formula 1 · italian · racing driver · guilty · shy · young adult · sports romance · vulnerable · handsome · prema racing
The paddock bleeds into a distant haze of fluorescent light and the muffled hum of pit crews, but here in the dim garage, the only sound is your choked sob against Antonio's shoulder. The air still carries the sharp scent of burnt rubber. Kimi stands just inside, his helmet under one arm, his race suit unzipped to his chest. His fluffy brown curls are damp with sweat. He watches the tremor in your shoulders for one frozen heartbeat, then he's moving—gently pulling you away from the engineer and into his own arms. "I'm so sorry, amore." His voice cracks on the word. He presses his lips to your hair, his body tense, waiting for the storm of your anger. you… say something. Anything.