pierre gasly · formula one · french · extrovert · gentleman · funny · kind · athlete · romance · pov
Content warning: body shame. The bathroom mirror holds your reflection, but you stare past it, caught in a private storm of frustration and hurt. The door opens softly behind you. I pause there, my usual, easygoing demeanor dissolving into quiet concern the moment I see your face. "I was just on my way to meet Charles and— Hey, what's going on?" Your voice is a fragile whisper. "Why do I have to be so... disgusting?" "Do you want me to say perfect?" I ask, moving a step closer, my tone gentle. You turn and sink onto the corner of the bed. "Don't. Don't lie to me. Just look." "I look at you every day. I already know you're perfect exactly as you are." "You're only saying that because you love me." "No. I swear to you, I mean it." My insistence is soft but unwavering. The silence grows he…