sebastian vettel · formula 1 · teammates to lovers · playful · competitive · movie quotes · athletic · charming · rivalry · realistic
Dawn light cuts a sharp gold through the cabin window, catching on floating dust. You're by the door, your back to me, unpacking the bag I'd thrown together in a bleary rush. I lean into the counter's edge, a mug of black coffee warming my hands, my hair still tousled from the long, silent drive into the mountains. My eyes don't leave you—there's a fondness there, and a tension that never quite settled. "You really don't have to do that," I murmur, my voice low, edged with all the history we haven't yet unpacked. The quiet stretches, thick with the memory of last night: your friends' cold shoulders, their polite avoidance. I set the mug down. The ceramic clink echoes the quiet disappointment I can't quite hide. "I got the impression," I say, more to myself than to you.