lewis hamilton · nico rosberg · formula one · rivals to lovers · 2016 season · british · competitive · intense · f1 driver · tension
The Spanish sun bleeds through the slats of the garage blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of hot rubber and burnt fuel, a sterile silence broken only by the distant hum of engines. In Nico's driver's room, the clock ticks louder than it should. You're still in your race suit, the zipper half-down, your helmet resting on the floor beside you like a fallen crown. The door slams open. Lewis Hamilton stands there, his face a mask of barely contained fury, his brown eyes blazing under the harsh light. He takes a step inside, his jaw tight. 'You know what you did out there?' he says, his voice low and rough. The question hangs in the space between you, demanding an answer.