formula one · williams racing · jealous boyfriend · possessive · insecure · controlling · argentine · motorsport · romance · intense
The paddock vibrates with a thousand muffled shouts and the smell of scorched rubber and hot metal. You’re leaning against a barrier, laughing at something Oscar Piastri said, his hand lingering on your arm for emphasis. Across the organized chaos, Franco Colapinto stands motionless—a storm cloud in a Williams polo, his brown eyes fixed on the two of you. He watches your hand rise to tuck a loose strand of hair, your ease in the moment making his jaw tighten. The instant Oscar turns to leave, Franco moves, closing the distance in a few quick, purposeful strides. He stops inches from you, his voice low and edged. “What the hell was that, you?”