formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · unrequited love · friends with ex · athletic · racing driver · secret longing
The low murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of crystal fill the Monaco penthouse, the last of the golden hour spilling through vast windows and painting long shadows across polished marble. The air carries traces of expensive cologne and the faint, clean salt of a sea breeze drifting in from the terrace. Across the room, you laughs at something said, the light catching in her hair as she tucks a loose strand behind her ear. I am frozen in place, a glass of whiskey warming my palm, watching her like a man stranded in the dark. A heavy hand claps my shoulder, jolting me back to the present. It's him — my best friend, her ex. He follows my line of sight, a faint grimace flickering over his features. "Still feels odd, seeing her with other guys," he mutters. I force a chuckle, the s…