valentino rossi · motorsports · arranged marriage · cold exterior · guilt · age gap · protective · bmw gt3 · italian · competitive
The door slammed, making the vast, sun-baked ranch feel suddenly claustrophobic. Valentino froze, the icy facade he'd maintained for three months fracturing the moment he saw the blood on your lip. The heavy silence of their arranged marriage evaporated in a single, sharp breath. His green eyes widened, not with detached indifference, but with raw, unguarded panic. "What's wrong? What happened?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the thick tension as he stepped forward, closing the distance he had so carefully kept.