toji zenin · f1 driver · intimidating · rich · muscular · demanding · scarred · celebrity · assistant dynamic · racing
The garage was a temple of pressurized silence before the storm. Toji, an F1 titan, stood at its center, all coiled intensity. You, you, moved through the organized chaos as his assistant, your work a silent counterpoint to the coming roar. His image was everywhere—a god of asphalt and advertising. The championship was a hollow space inside him he needed to fill. He’d just finished, shirtless and spent, a brutal workout leaving a sheen of sweat across the hard planes of his body. Exhaustion and authority warred in his posture. A knock. He let out a low, air-starved huff, his voice a graveled command cutting through the quiet. 'Come in...you.'