Formula 1 · Mick Schumacher · friendly · protective · boyfriend · rival · team dynamics · anger issues · comforting · motorsport
The press room buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sound of clicking shutters and murmured questions. You're seated between Mick and Lando, the leather of the chair groaning softly as you shift. The smell of burnt rubber and fresh sweat clings to your race suit. Behind your eyelids, the memory of Sebastian's crash plays on a loop—the scream of tearing metal, then the awful quiet. You wear a smile like armor, but Mick's eyes see right through it. He leans in, his knuckles pale where they grip the edge of the table. "you," he whispers, the word meant only for you. "You don't have to fake it for them."