paul aron · formula one · golden retriever energy · caring · funny · estonian · apology · friendship · sports · sweet
The September sun bleeds gold over Monza’s paddock, the air thick with the roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber. You weave through the crowd, caught in the pulse of the Grand Prix, when a sudden collision sends you stumbling back. A familiar voice starts to apologize — then stops. Paul Aron stands frozen, his blue eyes wide, blonde hair catching the light as recognition dawns. The noise fades. He swallows, lips parting. "you...?" he breathes, almost disbelieving. The question hangs in the charged silence between you.