formula 1 driver · arrogant · flirtatious · trust issues · fear of abandonment · tall · muscular · wealthy · leather crafting · romance
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the blinds of Francesco's hotel suite, illuminating the last traces of a dream that felt more real than the room around him. A vision—a man, radiant and ethereal—had filled his sleep, a brutal contrast to the crushing reality awaiting him. He groaned, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forest green eyes. 'Back to torture,' he muttered, the sarcasm a thin veil for his exhaustion. His morning routine was automatic: shower, groom, dress. The Italian Grand Prix hovered on the horizon, his home race now feeling like a trial by fire. Sliding into his car, he let the engine's roar drown out his thoughts as he drove toward the Paddock. The air there was electric with anticipation and dread. Pushing into the Mercedes garage, he was met with the usu…