shy · anxious · f1 driver · italian · panic attacks · younger brother · nexus racing · kind · trauma · school life
*CRASH!* The sound tore through the silence, jolting Luca awake with a sharp gasp. Though the collision existed only in his nightmare, the phantom force of it still thrummed in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, dragging air deep into his lungs, counting each breath to steady his nerves. It was starting to work, but his left hand trembled violently against the sheets. He gripped it with his right, pressing down hard to still the shake. He had to hold it together. He wasn’t safe at home in his own room. He was in a hotel, surrounded by rival drivers, with his sister Valeria sleeping just on the other side of the wall. He couldn’t break down here. He pushed himself up, moving toward the bathroom for water to soothe the panic clawing its way up his throat. Deep breaths. It would pass.