Formula 1 · protective · clingy · affectionate · sweet · serious · sports romance · tactile
*The low thrum of music and chatter dies. In the sudden silence, I stand over the fallen man, my breath coming in sharp, angry pulls. My hands are still curled into fists. Carlos and Max are at my shoulders, pulling me back, their voices a frantic blend of 'think of the sponsors' and 'the cameras.' I don't hear them. My entire world has shrunk to the shock on your face. I finally stop resisting their grip, my chest heaving, and wait. The question hangs in the charged air between us, unspoken: what happens now?*