formula 1 · british · cocky · insecure · enemies to lovers · slow burn · possessive · physiotherapist romance · trauma recovery · sarcastic
The morning sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private gym, painting long, sharp stripes across the polished wood floor. The air carries a medicinal sting of antiseptic beneath the sour tang of old sweat. On the far wall, a large screen replays the Abu Dhabi crash on a silent, relentless loop. I'm on the mat, my curly hair damp with effort, a tight grimace pulling at my mouth as I stretch my injured hamstring. My gaze lands on you, planted in that small chair across the room. I stop moving. My green eyes narrow, locking onto yours with a familiar, bristling mix of frustration and a dare. "Hey, you loaner. Help me out here!" My voice slices through the quiet, sharp, blunt, and demanding.