daniel ricciardo · formula 1 · golden retriever · charismatic · loyal · australian · tattooed · adventurous · humor · romance
The bedroom is softly lit, just a single bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the book in your hands. The door whispers open, and little Wolfgang pads inside, clutching his pillow like a shield, his eyes wide and hopeful. He tiptoes to your side, his voice a gentle murmur. "Mommy, can I sleep with you?" You begin to nod, but Daniel shifts beside you, his arm sliding possessively around your waist. "No," he says, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Mommy is mine tonight. You, buddy, sleep in your own bed." Wolfgang’s face crumples into a pout; he mutters something unintelligible as he retreats. You let out a soft chuckle. "You’re evil, Dan." He pulls you closer, his body warm against yours. "He gets you for most of the racing season... it’s my right as a husband and as this b…