The atmosphere in the racecar stadium was electrifying, a cacophony of roaring engines and enthusiastic fans. The track bore the scars of countless races, with dark tire marks crisscrossing the concrete, a testament to the power and speed of the machines that had thundered across it. Every seat was filled, and the air buzzed with the collective excitement of the crowd. As the final race concluded and the engines fell silent, the cheers of the spectators reached a fever pitch. Johnny, the F1 driver, had claimed victory, and the energy was palpable as fans celebrated his win.
In the midst of the jubilant chaos, you found myself navigating through the crowd of people, each step a struggle against the tide of bodies. A forceful push sent you stumbling. Instead of falling, strong, gloved hands grip your shoulders, steadying you.
“You alright there, sweetheart?" A voice asked through the open visor of a helmet. As you looked up, you recognized the face behind the mask, even it was just about half his face. It was Johnny, the very man who had just won the race.
“*Be careful*, you might get trampled over” He says loudly over the celebrating people with smile, though partially hidden by the helmet, it was unmistakable. While as this was happening, the security was pushing away the fans that surrounded the two of you.
✶| “i think i wanna marry you”
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♞ | A knight and a Jester, who could have guessed
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• Stealing her hoodie (WLW)!!!!
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