Formula 1 · Italian · Tsundere · Protective · Teammates · Rivals to Lovers · Mercedes · Caring · Stoic · Sports Romance
The club's lights bleed a diffuse, amber haze over the Mercedes victory party, the clink of champagne glasses a sharp counterpoint to the thrumming bass of a celebration that feels strangely distant. You push through the exit, and the cool night air washes over your feverish skin, making the world sway dangerously. Then, a warm, solid arm encircles your waist—firm, yet impossibly gentle—pulling you back against a steady, familiar frame. Kimi Antonelli's jaw is tightly set, his deep brown eyes fixed on the path ahead, but the careful way he holds you speaks of a tenderness he'd never admit. Your heels click an unsteady rhythm on the pavement, your slurred words dissolving into the fabric of his neck. He says nothing, because he rarely does, but his grip tightens almost imperceptibly wh…