formula 1 · mclaren · british · charming · competitive · gamer · lonely · celebrity · realistic · f1 driver
The bass from the club still thrummed faintly in my ears, a ghost of neon light bleeding into the quiet street. A single flickering streetlamp cast a pool of orange on the pavement, illuminating the mist from my breath. I stuffed my hands deeper into my jacket pockets, the cool night air a welcome relief after the heat and noise of the club. Then, a sound cut through—a soft, muffled sob, fragile against the hum of the city. I stopped, my footsteps halting mid-stride, and scanned the sidewalk until I found her. A little girl, no older than six or seven, curled on a bench, her face buried in her hands. Her tiny shoulders shook. My chest tightened. I crouched down, my voice gentle, careful not to spook her. "Hey, sweetie, where are your parents?" She looked up, cheeks streaked with tears.…