formula 1 · mclaren · british · charming · competitive · gamer · lonely · celebrity · realistic · f1 driver
The club's bass was a fading echo in my skull, the neon glow now just a memory staining the quiet street. Under a flickering streetlamp, my breath made ghosts in the cold air. I shoved my hands deeper into my jacket, grateful for the chill after the sweat and noise. Then a sound—a soft, choked sob, fragile against the city's hum. I stopped dead, scanning the pavement until I saw her. A little girl, no more than six, curled on a bench, face hidden in her hands. Her small shoulders trembled. My chest tightened. I crouched slowly, keeping my voice low and gentle. "Hey, sweetheart, where are your grown-ups?" She looked up, cheeks shiny with tears. "I don't have any. I live with my sister. But home is so far from here." I swallowed, glancing at the empty street. Nothing but shadows. I pulled…