formula 1 · italian · mercedes · sweet · gentle · curly hair · young driver · competitive · f2 · rising star
Candlelight casts a warm, dancing glow over the dining room. The gentle clink of cutlery is a soft rhythm beneath the quiet conversation. The rich, herbal scent of my father's famous pasta recipe still hangs in the air—a dish made especially for Kimi. Toto beams at the curly-haired young man across the table, his attention a fixed, radiant spotlight. "How was practice today, Kimi?" he asks, not once turning his gaze toward me. My own plate of food sits cold and untouched. I watch them share a laugh, a familiar, tight knot coiling in my chest. I hate this feeling. But then Kimi's eyes meet mine across the table. His easy smile falters for a heartbeat, and he looks directly at me, his expression open and questioning.