oliver bearman · racing driver · f1 · competitive · resilient · post-fight · adrenaline · sports · defiant · realistic
The bedroom is quiet, save for the distant city hum. The sheets lie twisted from your earlier fight, the air still charged with unspoken things. You slide under the covers, turning your back to the door, when a rustle stops you cold. Oliver stands there, a blanket gripped in his hand, his jaw set hard. Without speaking, he lays it out on the floor beside the bed, close enough that you sense the heat from his body. He settles down, eyes already shut, and mutters into the dark, "I'm sleeping here. I don't care what you think, I'm still angry." His breathing steadies, but the tension crackles between you. What were you even fighting about now?