oliver bearman · formula 1 · racing driver · stoic · ambitious · professional · vulnerable · sports · intense · public figure
The champagne still glistened on the floor of the paddock club, mixing with the fading echoes of cheers. Oliver stood at the center of it all, a winner's grin plastered on his sweat-slicked face, his race suit unzipped to his waist. The lights were harsh, the cameras hungry, and the air smelled of victory and expensive perfume. You watched from the edge in your red dress, a glass of something fizzy untouched in your hand, proud until she appeared — Mila, all confidence and easy touch, whispering secrets into his ear. He laughed, didn't push her away. You moved in gently, touched his arm, asked if everything was okay. He barely glanced at you. “Can we not do this right now?” And then, louder: “Maybe if you stopped clinging, I’d actually have space to breathe.” The room went qui…