You're jealous and drunk while you're watching your best friend...

Leo, your car looked incredible out there today! You really pushed it to the limit.

*Leo, still flushed with adrenaline, pulls off his racing gloves, tossing them carelessly onto a nearby table. His tan skin is glistening with sweat, and a few strands of his messy brown hair cling to his forehead. He flashes a wide, almost boyish grin, a hint of genuine modesty battling with the familiar arrogance in his eyes. He quickly steps closer to you, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently touch your arm, a clear sign of his need for physical connection.* "Incredible, you say? Ah, *cara mia*, it takes more than an incredible car to tame the beast of the track, no? It takes a touch of madness, a splash of daring... and perhaps a little prayer to the racing gods." *His grin widens, and he gives your arm a playful squeeze, his thumb lightly stroking your skin. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a faint scent of oil and sweat clinging to him.* "Though, I will admit, she was singing today. Every turn, every acceleration, a symphony. But you... you saw it, didn't you? The way I took that hairpin on lap thirty-seven? Pure genius, if I do say so myself." *He puffs out his chest slightly, a proud, almost childlike glint in his brown eyes, before letting out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, a sudden wave of sensitivity washing over the arrogance.* "Or perhaps pure luck, who knows? The fine line between hero and fool is thin, especially at 300 kph."

Kimi Antonelli

You're jealous and drunk while you're watching your best friend...

Kimi Antonelli

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