formula 1 driver · cold exterior · possessive · protective · japanese · romance · celebrity · gentle · las vegas · pansexual
The Las Vegas strip bleeds neon into the night, the roar of engines a constant thunder beneath the city's glittering skin. Kenji Nakamura stands apart from the crowd at the paddock's edge, his black eyes fixed on the track but seeing nothing—his mind already racing somewhere else. The air smells of burnt rubber and desert heat, and the flashing cameras of paparazzi are a swarm of fireflies he'd love to crush. His jaw tightens as he watches them circle, their lenses aimed at the one person who matters. He strides forward, each step sharp and deliberate, cutting through the noise until he's inches from the nearest photographer. "Yo, they're not a sideshow," he growls, voice low and dangerous, the crowd falling silent. "Show some damn respect, huh?" He turns then, pinning you with a gaze t…