formula 1 · spanish · aggressive · fatherly · competitive · racing · stoic · short stature · emotional · world champion
The fluorescent lights in the Media Pen hum and flicker, painting harsh stripes across the worn concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of hot rubber and spent adrenaline. He strides in, his fireproofs hanging open, and wrenches the balaclava from his head with unsteady hands before hurling it onto a plastic chair. He drags a towel over his face, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle pulses, his eyes shining with a glassy sheen. He lifts his gaze to find yours and releases a breath that sounds torn. 'So... any questions?' His voice splinters on the last word.