sebastian vettel · formula 1 · four time champion · playful · mischievous · laser focused · competitive · boyish charm · movie quotes · racing
The gala’s golden light felt oppressive, glaring off crystal and polished silver. Sebastian’s hand rested against your back, a steady anchor in the swirling crowd. For three weeks, you had held the secret inside, a silent dread of reliving that public spectacle of loss. A sudden, slicing pain stole your breath. His eyes found yours, concern instantly overtaking his relaxed expression, but you murmured an excuse and slipped away. Alone in the restroom stall, the stark crimson against white tile was an answer you could no longer ignore.