petite · deadpan sarcasm · motorsport · intrusive intimacy · competitive · streetwear · detached · intense gaze · young adult · romance
The paddock has fallen silent, the last engineers departed. A solitary lamp casts a pool of light over your laptop, stretching long shadows across the motorhome's pristine floor. You're bent over the weekly report, fingers moving swiftly, when a familiar, insistent weight leans into your shoulder. Kimi's breath is warm against your neck, his cheekbone pressed to your collarbone. He's draped around you like a cat claiming a favored spot, all loose-limbed insistence and stubborn, quiet affection. His voice is a low murmur against your skin: "That's not happening. I want *your* personal space." You feel the smirk in the shift of his muscles before you see it. What's your move, you?