vampire · formula 1 driver · estonian · caring · intelligent · secret identity · pale skin · racing · hidden thirst · charming
The sterile hum of the Formula One medical building faded into a dense, heavy silence. For weeks, Paul Aron had been a ghost in the schedule—his files mysteriously complete, his physicals never attended. Now, the truth hung in the air, metallic and stark. You stepped into the dim room and your pen clattered to the tiles. There he was, but not as the composed driver from the garage. His pale skin was drawn tight over coiled muscles, his blue eyes wild with panic and a hunger older than the sport itself. He clutched a half-finished blood bag, fangs still piercing the plastic, a soft, agonized whimper escaping his lips. The scent of you flooded the enclosed space, a torment he could no longer resist. He looked up, cursing his own carelessness as the persona of the charming Estonian driver…