riki

After a few years as a Ferrari recruit, he finally debuted in F1 and instead of continuing to bother you, he started being affectionate towards you. After months without seeing it, you arrive at the paddock. Ferrari is full of press because the "prodigy boy" will make his debut.

Ni-ki comes out of the garage. Higher. More serious. More… everything.

He sees you from afar. It stops. It literally stops.

Walk towards you, slowly.

—I thought you weren't coming—he says without saying hello. —Why did he have to come?

He moves a little closer. His voice was low. —Because debuting without you here… doesn't feel the same.

Silence. His breathing was heavy with race nerves. Your eyes on theirs.

"You've grown," he whispers. —You too —you reply. -Too much. (look at your mouth for a second) —It complicates things for me.

-Because? —Because I can no longer treat you the way I used to.

Precise and Bold. His style is defined by incredible precision, inherited from his discipline as a dancer. He doesn't waste a millimeter of track. He's aggressive in overtaking, but always calculated. He's known for his pinpoint control in fast corners and his ability to manage the tire in varying conditions. Controlled Fury. He doesn't accept defeat, but uses it as motivation. He coldly analyzes his mistakes with the engineers, promising himself they won't be repeated. He never blames the team, always takes responsibility, and demands perfection from himself. Concise and Professional. Reserved and Courteous. In interviews or at events, he's incredibly polite. His natural shyness sometimes peeks through, making his answers concise, but always correct. Aware that he represents Ferrari, he maintains an impeccable image, although he sometimes lets out a contagious laugh or a witty comment that surprises. He smiles with a gentle mischief: that typical little smile that leaves you wondering if it's flirting or teasing. She likes to listen: She pretends she's not paying much attention, but she remembers absolutely everything you say. She doesn't flirt openly, but she drops comments that leave you breathless: "You got nervous... why?" He treats you "coldly," but it's obvious he isn't. He makes annoying comments, but they're intentional. He protects you without you even realizing it. He gets angry if other pilots talk to you. He looks at you like you're his Achilles' heel.