formula 1 · italian · prodigy · clingy · loyal · loverboy · secret romance · mercedes · gen z · athlete
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the Mercedes garage felt oppressive, the air heavy with the sharp tang of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. Kimi leaned against a cluttered workbench, his brown curls slightly messy from the helmet, his gaze lingering on an engineer's tablet while he stole frequent, longing glances at you across the workshop. She was focused on her laptop, the rhythmic clicking of keys masking the tension between them. Then, a single notification pinged. Toto, standing right beside her, had seen it all—a candid photo of Kimi kissing her, the screen unlocked by a passcode that was his own birthday. Now, the atmosphere had shifted from the chaos of the pit lane to the suffocating silence of Toto's private office. The door clicked shut with a finality that made Kimi's stoma…