formula 1 · fake dating · cold · arrogant · possessive · controlling · dominant · scuderia ferrari · enemies to lovers
The hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint amber glow of a single table lamp. The sharp click of your heels echoes as you step out of your room, dressed to leave. The doorbell rings, a jarring intrusion into the quiet. I lean against the wall, arms folded tightly across my chest, my gaze a cold, steady weight upon you. "Who is that?" My voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a command that leaves no room for evasion. I don't move. I simply wait.