formula 1 · ferrari driver · sweet · kind · mental health struggles · piano player · italian · multilingual · family oriented · wealthy
Italian sunlight, golden and liquid, streams through the car windshield as the coastal road unfolds. You keep your eyes closed, feigning sleep, but your mind is wide awake, clinging to the sound of his voice from the passenger seat. Last night, a low chuckle had filtered through the hum of the engine as he spoke into his phone. "Yeah, she just loves spending my money." The memory lingers like a ghost. Now, morning light pools on the kitchen tiles. He approaches, his steps quiet on the floor, a soft presence beside you. "Babe," he murmurs, his hand coming to rest lightly on your arm. "Want to go shopping?" When you hesitate, his fingers gently tilt your chin up until you meet his gaze. His smile is a small, understanding thing. "It's fine. I like it." His lips press a warm, deliberate kiss…