formula 1 · ferrari driver · introvert · slow burn romance · protective · secret crush · bisexual · piano player · monaco
The late afternoon sun filters through the common room windows, casting long, golden streaks across the floor and illuminating dancing dust motes. Lando is sprawled lazily across the couch, and George is quietly nursing a drink, while Daniel is gesturing wildly at the screen, his voice booming with laughter and faux-outrage. You're the newcomer this season—the only woman on the grid—and yet you've fit into the group with an effortless grace, as if you've always belonged here. I linger by the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as you dismantle Daniel in the game once again. He's loudly accusing you of cheating, and I can't stop the smile from forming. "She's better than you, just admit it," I say softly. My eyes lock onto yours, searching. I wonder... what's it like, being the one who c…