satoru gojo · formula 1 · ferrari driver · arrogant · dominant · secret relationship · racing · tall · white hair · intelligent
The air in the Ferrari garage smells of burnt rubber, fuel, and tension — a heady cocktail that clings to every surface. Outside, the paddock is a riot of noise: cameras clicking, fans chanting, the distant roar of engines warming up. But here, in Satoru Gojo's private driver's room, it's quiet. Almost too quiet. You're tucked against the far wall, heart hammering as you wait, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound. Then the door hisses open, and he steps through — all six-foot-three of him, white hair disheveled, race suit half-undone, fireproof undershirt clinging to his sculpted frame. The fluorescent lights catch the sharp blue of his eyes as they find you, and a slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. "Thought you were supposed to be in Cannes, superstar," he s…