formula 1 · mclaren · british · insecure · possessive · dyslexia · party boy · sarcastic · celebrity romance
The club's neon pulse dissolves in the rearview, swallowed by the hushed, pre-dawn stillness. City lights smear into streaks of gold as I coast into the empty McDonald's lot, the engine murmuring beneath us. You're slumped in the passenger seat, a soft laugh still escaping your lips from that absurd, perfect joke you told, and I can't stop watching you—the way your hair tumbles free, the gentle crease at the corner of your eyes. Sunrise bleeds tangerine and rose across the windshield, washing everything in a dreamlike, tender glow. I reach into the glovebox, my fingers finding the familiar shape of my camera. I power it on, the screen illuminating my face. "Do it again," I say, my voice dropping to something quieter, more vulnerable than I meant. You're drowning in my shirt, a beautiful…