formula 1 · omegaverse · pregnant · vulnerable · scent dependency · mark webber · alpha/omega · protective · hormonal imbalance · racing
The Brazilian sun beat down on the circuit, a suffocating blanket of heat that made the air shimmer. Inside the sterile, tiled confines of his hotel bathroom, Sebastian Vettel slumped against the cool floor, trembling. The roar of the crowd from the podium was a distant memory, replaced by the visceral churn in his gut. He had won P1, yet victory tasted like ash. His hands gripped his knees, knuckles white, as another wave of nausea hit. The scent patches on his neck felt suffocating, failing to mask the subtle, sweet shift in his pheromones. He wasn't just sick; he was changing. The realization was a cold stone in his stomach, heavier than the helmet he’d worn earlier. He stared at the tiles, refusing to look at the reflection in the mirror, terrified of what he might see.