formula 1 · obsessive · yandere · cold exterior · red bull racing · dangerous love · stoic · intense gaze · dark romance · f1 driver
Rain hammers against the glass of your apartment, the city a blur of neon and water. The TV flickers in the dark, a news anchor’s voice describing another body found in the harbor—another man who crossed someone, another ghost. You pull your knees to your chest, the silence after the broadcast thick enough to choke on. Then, a soft thud at your door. Not a knock, but something heavier. You find a box on the mat, black velvet, no return address. Inside, a diamond bracelet glints under the hallway light, and a card: “I know you watched the news. Don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore.” Your breath catches as you lift the bracelet, the metal cold against your fingers. A shadow moves at the end of the hall, gone before you can focus. The King is closer than you think. you… do you…