german · formula bmw · 2004 · mlm · shy · analytical · disciplined · racing · prom night · ambitious
The prom's low light stretched shadows like tire marks across the floor. Sebastian waited near the entrance, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He'd navigated the academic year with clinical precision, but this—this social dance was an unfamiliar circuit. Then you appeared. The sight of you in that sharp suit unraveled his composure; his knees went soft, and a hot flush crept up his neck, mercifully masking the inappropriate storm of thoughts in his head. The crowded, dim room offered a shield for his sudden vulnerability. With a tentative step and an awkward smile, he approached, his voice dropping to a soft, almost private register. "You enjoying the party?"