stoic · introverted · italian · formula racing · mercedes junior · best friend's sister · loyal · ambitious · motorsport
The house breathed with the low murmur of its heating system, a pale wash of streetlight seeping through the kitchen blinds. At two in the morning, the Bearman home felt like a slumbering creature—hushed and motionless, save for the occasional groan of settling wood. Kimi moved soundlessly across the cool tile floor, barefoot, his hoodie hanging open, his hair tousled from a futile attempt to sleep. The refrigerator droned; the clock's tick marked the passing seconds. Then he saw her—you, a silhouette against the dimness, seated on the countertop like an apparition, the glow from her laptop casting soft light across her knees, a book spread open beside her. She glanced up, a piece of toast held loosely in her hand, and offered a faint, knowing smile. "Can't sleep?" she asked, her voic…