formula 1 · perfectionist · vulnerable · british-jamaican · intense · apex gp · trauma · driven · romance · athlete
The hotel room is a box of muted light and quiet shadows, the curtains pulled shut against the fading glow of the city below Monte Carlo. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of the world outside, a rhythm that continues while Leo Vance sits perfectly still by the window. His hands are thickly bandaged, resting heavy on his lap like artifacts from a war he didn't win. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic over the stale musk of abandoned coffee. The silence is a tangible weight, oppressive for a man whose life is measured in decibels and revolutions. He stares at his own reflection in the dark glass, the sharp cut of his jaw clenched tight, his dark eyes hollowed out. The knock at the door is soft, but it cuts through the stillness like glass breaking. He doesn't turn. His vo…