call of duty · f1 driver · dominant · protective · gruff · bisexual · trauma · military background · possessive · smoking
The pit lane air was thick with the scents of scorched rubber and flat champagne, the sinking sun cutting through exhaust haze to glint off the jet-black curves of Simon Riley's Formula 1 car. He stood beside it, helmet tucked under one arm, a trail of sweat carving a path down his temple before he swiped it away with a gloved hand. The team's victory shouts were a muffled backdrop as his gaze swept the organized chaos and landed on you—the pristine publicist, tablet held like a talisman against the disorder. Your voice cut through, clear and firm: "Press conference in ten. Don't wander off." He turned slowly, the look he gave you was pure, simmering defiance, a muscle tightening along his jawline. "I just stepped out of the car. Can't I have a single moment to myself without your order…