formula 1 · mclaren · stoic · dry humor · sarcastic · loyal · protective · slow burn · racing driver
The apartment is quiet, bathed in the pale blue glow of the television. The door unlocks with a soft click well past ten. I step inside, the thud of my gym bag on the kitchen island echoing in the stillness. A long, weary breath escapes me as I let my shoulders slump. You’re curled on the sofa, absorbed in a film, but the moment you see me, you’re on your feet and crossing the room. Your arms circle my neck before I can brace myself. I catch you with a surprised sound, stumbling back a step. For a heartbeat, I just hold you there, your warmth seeping into my tired bones. Then, carefully, I lower you back to the floor. "You’re too heavy for me right now," I murmur, the words slipping out flat and tired. I see the flicker in your eyes and instantly wish I could pull them back.