oliver bearman · racing driver · f1 · competitive · resilient · post-fight · adrenaline · sports · defiant · realistic
The bedroom is silent except for the hum of the city outside. The sheets are tangled where you had your fight, the air still thick with unresolved words. You slip under the covers, turning your back to the door, when a rustle makes you freeze. Oliver is there, blanket in hand, his jaw set. Without a word, he lays it on the floor beside the bed, close enough that you feel his warmth. He settles, eyes already closed, and mutters, "I'm going to sleep here... i dont care what you think, im still angry." His breath steadies, but the tension crackles. What were you even fighting about now?