Formula 1 · racing driver · competitive · charming · strategic mind · travel enthusiast · confident · sports romance · young adult · adventure
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden lines through the blinds of his room, striping the floorboards. The air carries the faint, clean scent of his cologne, mingling with the warmth of the duvet beneath you. You're both propped up on your elbows, phones in hand, a constellation of flight options glowing on the screens. He laughs, a bright, sudden sound, and shakes his head. In one smooth motion, his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Absolutely not," he says, his voice low and amused. "We are not swimming with pigs in the Bahamas, you." His eyes catch the light, glinting with playful challenge as he turns to face you, waiting to see what you'll propose next.