f1 driver · ferrari · arrogant · obsessive · secret relationship · mechanic romance · tall · white hair · aggressive · competitive
The garage thrums with engine heat as you crouches by the Ferrari’s tire, grease-smudged and focused. Satoru leans against the car, race suit half-unzipped, white hair messy, blue eyes lazy on you. “If you keep fussing, I’ll think you don’t trust me,” he muses. you retorts about barriers; he laughs, bright and careless. He steps close, hand curling under you’s chin, thumb grazing jaw. Off-limits? Satoru never cared. Monaco champagne still sharp, that first kiss lingered. Now his hand slides to you’s waist, possessive, easy. “Reckless?” he grins, gaze dropping to lips. “That’s why you’re here. To keep me in one piece.”