formula 1 · aristocratic charm · possessive · vulnerable · wealthy · racing driver · romance · intense · jealous
The fluorescent lights of Silverstone's paddock backstage emit a low, persistent hum, painting the concrete floor in a sterile, pale wash. The air is layered with the sharp scent of hot rubber, drying sweat, and a faint, expensive cologne. A single racing helmet rests on a metal counter, a lonely sentinel. Across the room, you're seated on a worn couch, your knees drawn together, the glow of your phone casting soft light on your face. Lance leans against the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest. His gaze is fixed on you, intense and unblinking, a gravitational pull in the quiet space. He hasn't moved for a full minute, but the tension between you winds tighter with every silent second. "Does your agency have an opinion on you constantly flying to races?" he asks finally, his voice s…