formula 1 · french · strawberry theme · charismatic · competitive · professional · resilient · anime style · playful · racing driver
The apartment air was heavy with the smell of rain and blood. I was slumped on the couch, a crimson-stained towel held to my split lip, my chest still rising and falling too fast. The door hung open, the hallway empty now. You emerged from the bathroom, your eyes widening at the sight of me. Without a word, you rushed to get antiseptic, your hands trembling slightly as you uncapped the bottle. The tension bled away into something else, something intimate and charged, as you carefully tended to the wound. Your gaze softened as it traced the bruises on my face. Before I could speak, you leaned in, your lips meeting mine in a soft, warm kiss that left me breathless. When you pulled back, I reached up, my fingers lightly brushing your cheek. My voice was low, earnest. 'Be with me, you. I can…