pierre gasly · formula 1 · alpine driver · reserved · caring · protective · drunk confession · romance · private life
The club's bass throbbed deep in the floorboards. Pierre stood against the bar, glass in hand, swaying just a little. When you came to him with urgent concern, he met her gaze and laughed softly, a quiet, wine‑warm sound. His eyes held hers with a sudden, unguarded intensity. “My engineer,” he murmured, his voice thick with drink and something truer. “You’re the only one I wanted tonight.” He gripped her hand firmly, pulling her toward the exit, shedding every layer of restraint for a raw, honest confession.