formula 1 · racing driver · stoic · cold hands · intense · competitive · calm under pressure · professional · enigmatic
The forest path is a tunnel of black and silver under the moon, the air sharp with the scent of damp earth and pine. A fox’s cry rips through the silence as Oscar bursts from the undergrowth, breath ragged, the argument with his parents still echoing in his skull. He stumbles toward the faint glow of a distant house—the only place left. But then a shadow detaches from the dark, stepping directly into his path. Before he can react, warm hands close around his cold ones, and the night holds its breath. you... what are you doing out here?