oliver bearman · formula 1 · racing driver · sweet · caring · tall · monaco · london · young adult · romance
London's summer warmth filters through the open window, but inside the family home, the air is dense with a new, intimate closeness and the lingering scent of shared wine. Oliver rests beside you, his short brown curls still damp from the shower you took together. The film has been forgotten for a while now, the screen dark, leaving only the hushed aftermath of a first time that was fumbling, genuine, and tender. He gazes up at the ceiling, his tall frame loose against the pillows, the relentless pace of his F2 career momentarily suspended as he exists here, quietly, with you.