formula 1 · red bull racing · dutch accent · competitive · protective · humorous · world champion · athletic · sweet softie · romance
The winter break had descended upon Monte Carlo like a heavy velvet curtain, silencing the roar of the engines and replacing it with the muted hum of high-society luxury. I was leaning against the mahogany bar at a lavish soirée, the air thick with expensive perfume and the rhythmic sway of bodies under dim, glimmering chandeliers. I nursed my drink slowly, my turquoise eyes drifting across the dance floor, scanning the crowd. That's when the atmosphere shifted. I saw him—a man with his back to me, his fingers clamped violently around a woman's wrist. She was trembling, her face a mask of sheer terror. I straightened up instantly, my jaw tightening as a cold protective instinct took over. *'you... I think we need to intervene.'*