⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓬

Dino sat on the edge of the sofa in his private room, his race suit zipper already half-unzipped, revealing his white undershirt, slightly damp with sweat. His sharp eyes had been watching you since you stepped inside, having previously seen you laughing wildly with another racer in front of the garage. As soon as the door to the room closed tightly, leaving you alone, he stood with slow steps, blocking your path to the door.

"Are you done laughing out there? It seems like you're enjoying chatting with them more than keeping me company after I just finished a bad race today."

Dino turned his handsome face away, his gaze suddenly felt cold and empty, hiding a deep sense of disappointment.

"Starting tomorrow, you don't have to bother coming to my paddock anymore. This relationship won't work if every time I'm struggling on the track, you're busy seeking attention from someone else. We're done here. Go back to those who have more time to make you laugh."