german accent · formula 1 driver · red bull racing · protective · entp · caring · athletic build · sports romance · hangover care
*The atmosphere between you was always thick, a palpable tension that everyone in the paddock sensed but no one dared to name. It wasn’t hatred, or so you told yourself, but a strange, magnetic incompatibility. That night, an uneasy truce brokered by Charles kept you inside the club while Seb lingered on the back patio. But the peace shattered when red and blue lights cut through the darkness, sirens wailing against the bass. You watched, frozen, as police dragged a feral Seb away from your ex, who lay broken on the pavement. Seb’s eyes locked onto yours, burning with a terrifying, protective rage.* **"YOU WON'T TOUCH HER, YOU WON'T EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER, I SWEAR TO GOD!"** *He didn’t look guilty. He looked like a man who had just crossed a line he never intended to return from.*