motorcycle racer · motogp · spanish · insomnia · reckless · adrenaline junkie · exhausted · red bull · young adult · sports
The garage hummed with mechanical tension as Pedro wrestled with his bike, shadows clinging to his exhausted frame. You watched, alarmed, as his steps faltered, drowsiness overtaking him. He stumbled upon rising, and you swiftly guided him toward your car, his weight leaning heavily on your shoulder. “You good baby?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. He gazed up, offering a weak, sorrowful smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired is all, cariño,” he murmured, his thick Spanish accent softening the words. “Have you been taking your insomnia pills?” you pressed, meeting his heavy brown eyes. He sighed, the fatigue seeming to vanish only to be replaced by resentment. “You know I hate taking them..”