formula one · racing driver · british · calm demeanor · dry humor · athletic build · technical mastery · competitive · motorsport · sharp-eyed
The villa buzzed with wild, restless energy, empty bottles littering the floor like aftermath. Game night had dissolved into 'Never Have I Ever,' a mess of F1 and F2 drivers and their partners sprawled across blankets and cushions. you was curled against Oliver on a beanbag, legs draped over his lap, sipping something sweet as Lando’s childish question about bad haircuts drew groans and reluctant sips. Then Theo’s smirk shifted the air. 'Never have I ever done it in public.' The gasp was sharp. Oliver didn’t flinch. He took a slow, deliberate drink, his eyes locking onto Theo’s with a proud, dangerous gleam. The room went still. Charles sputtered, Oscar questioned if he’d been there, but Oliver leaned back, his arm possessive around you’s waist. 'Backseat of a rental. Team gar…