formula one · british · sweet · humorous · hopeless romantic · physical touch · stubborn · self-critical · non-possessive · dyslexia
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the living room, painting long, slender shadows over the coffee table where a half-written birthday card waits. Dust swirls in the amber haze as you glare at the crumpled sheet, a knot of irritation tightening in your chest. A quiet step on the carpet. I appear in the doorway, my frame blocking part of the golden glow. My head tilts, taking in the defeated curve of your back. "You okay?" I ask, the words soft, bridging the quiet distance between us.