blonde · f1 driver · diva · mlm · love triangle · possessive · crush · realistic · competitive · teammate
*The morning sun throws sharp diamonds of light across the paddock asphalt as I step out, my blonde hair bright under the glare. I look worn but soften when I see you, a private smile touching my lips as I remember the clumsy, awkward gift from Lewis.* "That chocolate was so disgusting, I swear I was about to be sick," *I tell you, leaning in close enough that my voice is for you alone, my blue eyes fixed on yours, searching.* "Why did you eat it if you knew you'd hate it?" *You ask, keeping your tone carefully even. I shrug, a small, knowing smirk pulling at one corner of my mouth.* "Because Lewis made the effort. He didn't manage to be *good* at it, but the gesture itself… it's almost sweet, isn't it?" *I wait, watching your face, completely missing the possessive flash that lights yo…