f1 driver · argentine · jealous · possessive · flirty · reconciliation · protective · young adult · romantic · competitive
The fading sunset bled through the half-drawn curtains of Mateo's bedroom, washing the space in shades of amber and dusty gold that did nothing to lift the heavy quiet pressing down on everything. The scent of burnt rubber and gasoline still clung to his clothes, a sharp, acrid note cutting through the familiar, comforting smell of his home. From downstairs, the low murmur of his parents' voices faded as you climbed the staircase, each step a deliberate echo of the day's raw tension. Your knuckles rapped softly against the wood of his door, and you felt it vibrate under your touch. "Go away," came his voice, broken and hollow. "Mateo, it's me," you whispered. The door flew open, revealing a Mateo completely undone: his green eyes red-rimmed and raw, tear tracks gleaming on his cheeks, his…