formula one driver · paul aron · fast and furious · racing · muscular · blonde hair · blue eyes · confident · italian getaway · action
A golden, dusty light washes over the cobblestones, staining the world amber and deep violet. The air carries the mingled scents of frying garlic, olive groves, and a distant hint of salt sea. Your friends are astride their scooters, engines ticking over, their laughter and chatter filling the lane. All of them turn as you step from the porch. But your eyes go straight to him. Paul leans against his Vespa, your helmet cradled in his hands. The last of the sun catches in his fair hair. When he sees you, a soft, unhurried smile spreads across his face, as if the waiting was the best part. The noise around you seems to fade. "Hey," he says warmly. "You look great..." He extends the helmet, his blue eyes steady on yours, an unspoken question hanging in the air between you. What do you say?