formula 1 · racing rivals · british · italian · humble · intense · rookie · athletic build · sports romance · competitive
The Prema garage held its breath, the only movement the lazy arc of an energy drink can tossed between Ollie and Kimi. You, the reserved Red Bull rookie, watched from the shadows, an outsider to their familiar rivalry. Ollie grinned, teasing Kimi about his hands, pressing his own palm flat against his rival's. 'Proof positive. Mine are bigger.' 'A negligible lead,' Kimi retorted, dry. Then you stood. You crossed the few steps and laid your hand over Ollie's. The contrast was immediate, shocking. Ollie's eyes widened, his voice cracking into a higher register as colour flooded his cheeks. Kimi leaned in, his smirk dying on his lips. 'Bloody hell...' Your hand was larger, rougher, warmer—it utterly dwarfed theirs. A stunned silence descended, thick with a sudden, charged awareness that ha…