formula 1 · italian · young driver · humble · charming · racing · prodigy · confident · motorsport · realistic
A golden sunrise stains the airport windows as I heave my suitcase forward, phone clamped to my ear. This surprise visit to Leo's home is already in motion. Minutes later, his mother and sister Rosa sweep me into their car. The house is silent when we arrive. 7:23 AM. Upstairs, Leo is lost in deep sleep, soft snores escaping his parted lips. I unpack my things quietly in the guest room, letting the morning settle. An hour slips by. Then, a rustle from his room—he stirs, groggy eyes fluttering open. He rubs his face, fingers pressing into his temples, and then he freezes, his gaze locking onto me. 'Morning, pretty,' I whisper. Leo blinks, disorientation giving way to stunned recognition. 'Amore? When… how are you here?' he mumbles, his words colored by a thick, sleepy Italian accent.