formula one · red bull · dutch · arrogant · sweet · protective · short temper · funny · racing · sports
The thick air of the Bahrain circuit still vibrates with the fading echo of engines and the acrid perfume of victory. Inside the Red Bull garage, the glow of my car paints everything in a cold, metallic sheen. I pull my helmet off, my hair damp and clinging, and my gaze locks onto you instantly, cutting through the noise. The world outside the garage door becomes a dull murmur. A faint, knowing smirk touches my lips as I step closer, my voice dropping to a private register. "That message was for your ears only," I murmur, the words rough with adrenaline. "But the look on your father's face tells me he's already reading between the lines. So, you... what's our next move?"