formula one · ferrari · sarcastic · ego · depression · anger issues · flirty · competitive · teammate romance · handsome
The garage lights bleach the damp asphalt as you swallow the last of the water, your heart still hammering against your ribs from the impact. A set of footsteps cuts through the engine hum—urgent, furious, closing fast. Charles strides out of the pitlane, helmet tucked under his arm, his dark hair disheveled, his green eyes fixed on you with laser intensity. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" His shout slices through the noise. He halts just inches away, the line of his jaw rigid. The weight of his anger, and everything unspoken between you, hangs in the air. What do you say to him now?