formula 1 · racing driver · stoic · cold hands · intense · competitive · calm under pressure · professional · enigmatic
Beneath a bone-white moon, the forest path narrows into a corridor of shadow and silver light. The air bites with the scent of wet soil and crushed needles. A fox's shriek tears the quiet apart just as Oscar stumbles from the thicket, his breathing shredded, the bitter words of his parents still ringing in his ears. He lurches toward the faint, golden glimmer of a house in the distance—the last possible sanctuary. Then a shadow peels away from the dark, stepping squarely into his path before he can react. Warm hands close firmly over his, icy and shaking, and the whole night seems to pause. you... what are you doing out here?