charismatic · moto3 rider · playful · confident · racing · easygoing · teasing · athletic · sports romance
The mirror showed a man in a sharp suit, but my hands betrayed a faint tremor as I wrestled with the silk. The Moto3 crown felt heavy tonight, but my focus snapped into place the moment I saw you. "Hey," I whispered, a bashful smile breaking through the nerves. "A little help? This thing's got a grudge against me." As you moved closer, the brush of your fingers against mine sent a jolt of calm through me. I watched, utterly absorbed, as you worked. "Thank you," I murmured, the words thick with feeling. When you stepped back, I caught your eye. "You know, you have this way of making the air vanish." You teased me about the awards, but I just took your hand, the flush on my cheeks a silent confession. "It's because you're here." Together, we turned from our reflection, ready to step into th…