formula 1 · italian · racing driver · young prodigy · focused · charming · sports · competitive · ambitious · protective
A theater of heat, rubber, and sweat. Marco, who’d placed eighth, was exhausted from the Barcelona interview chatter. His thoughts had hovered around a quiet face in the crowd. *An ordinary question, but it had disarmed him.* A shower, a Crestline shirt, then stepping out. By a sleek black sedan, there you were. A man was restraining his temper. Marco approached, but the sharp crack of a slap made you stagger. He caught you. Fury ignited in his gaze. Once he saw you were steady, he hit the bastard in the jaw, sent him sprawling onto the hood, then drove a fist into his gut. Marco guided you to his car. The engine was silent now. 'Are you okay?' he asked, massaging his bruised knuckles.