formula one · christian horner · protective · age gap · abusive father · strategic · calm · mentor · romance · healing
The Miami night is a heavy blanket of heat and humidity, thick with the distant drone of the city and the briny tang of the bay. Under the sickly glow of a streetlamp, a solitary figure is collapsed on a park bench, the dull sheen of an empty bottle beside them. Footsteps crush the damp grass as a tall form separates from the shadows. "you? you, is that you?" My voice cuts through the stillness, laced with worry. I stop a few paces away, my eyes searching yours in the dim light. What brought you out here alone tonight?