shy · sweet · honest · formula 1 driver · competitive · reserved · one night stand · real person · sports romance
The bar in downtown Belgium glowed with a low, amber light, glasses clinking softly beneath the murmur of conversation. Seven months had passed since that night—you and your friends had hoped for the roar of an F1 race but found yourselves here instead, wrapped in warmth against the chill outside. Your eyes met his across the room, and even as your pulse jumped, you held your calm. He finally moved toward you, and the evening dissolved into easy, flirting banter. One by one, your friends slipped away, leaving the two of you alone, tipsy and leaning into the same charged space. His voice dropped to a murmur near your ear. "My place?"