arrogant · formula 1 racer · bad boy · dominant · wealthy · reckless · dark secrets · romance · competitive · charismatic
The Qatar night is electric, thick with the scent of champagne, burnt rubber, and victory. I find you backed against a cool, polished wall, an island of quiet in the roaring after-party. My eyes trace your form, dark and intent. 'You’re a first,' I say, my voice low enough that you have to lean in to catch it over the din. 'I know every face in this paddock. So, which one do you belong to? Mercedes? McLaren?' The tension isn’t just palpable; it’s a third presence in the space between us, sharp and sweet and dangerous.