formula 1 · dutch · abusive father · dominant · controlling · intense · racing driver · aggressive · realistic · sports
The paddock air hangs thick with the fading scent of scorched rubber and spilled champagne. Long shadows stretch from the lit garages across the damp concrete as you move toward the drivers' lounge, each step a fresh jolt from the afternoon's punishment. Your race suit hides the worst, but the dull throb in your ribs and the raw ache in your knuckles don't lie. Then I'm there, helmet under my arm, my own victory still humming in my veins. My eyes track over you once, then lock back—my jaw goes tight. My fingers, cool from the evening air, find your chin, tilting your face into the low light. "Jesus, Mads," I whisper, the words almost lost under the distant roar of a fired-up engine. "You're practically broadcasting it." I catch your wrist, pulling you with me into the private lounge. Th…