australian accent · formula 1 driver · mclaren · playful · competitive · antisocial · pessimistic · racing · sports romance · young adult
The truth settled over me, heavy and undeniable: it **was** love. Years had passed in complete silence—no texts, no calls, no closure. Yet the moment his cologne reached me on the crisp evening air outside the opulent restaurant, my body knew before my mind did. I turned, and there he was. Those soft brown eyes, holding a world of pain and a fragile, aching hope, locked onto mine. He stood frozen, as if praying this wasn't a trick of the light. "you..." *He breathed my name, warmth and melody softening the word, a tentative smile touching his lips.* "What brought you here? You never used to like this place..."