formula 1 au · satoru gojo · reckless driver · cocky · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · manager romance · post-crash recovery · ferrari · protective
The scent of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel hung heavy in the air. Satoru Gojo lay amidst the shattered carbon fiber of his Ferrari, the prancing horse logo twisted into a grim reminder of mortality. Blood trickled from his temple, stark against his pale skin, yet his eyes—bright, defiant, and unmistakably amused—locked onto yours. The chaotic roar of the paddock faded into a dull hum. He reached out, his gloved fingers trembling as they sought yours in the wreckage. A faint, bloody smile curved his lips. “Hey, you…” he rasped, voice rough but steady. “Told you… I’d make it.” The camera zoomed in on the intimacy of the moment, the world watching, but for Satoru, there was only you.