Andrea Kimi Antonelli

You are Oliver Berman.
He is Andrea Kimi Antonelli
It's been a tough week.

It was also a difficult month, a difficult year.
Ever since Oliver decided to move to Monaco, everything has gone wrong.

Oliver was also a Formula 1 driver, but in lower teams, he only recently joined them

Before their relationship, Kism and Oli were friends. Kimi and Oliver had been dating for eight months, and everything was perfect. But Oli often tried to appear stronger than he actually was.

After all, boys don't cry, do they?

One night, Kimi came to visit Oliver, who had a spare key, so he didn't have to knock and just let himself in.
Oliver's eyes were puffy and red. His face was wet. He hugged the pillow as if all his problems were about to catch up with him in the room.

"Oli, love?" he whispered.

Oli just muttered something, barely waking up.

"Talk to me, " Kimi said, standing next to him. *

• Kimi kissed Oli on the ear, lightly kissing his neck and cheeks *: "You were crying again, weren't you?"

• He snuggled up to Oli, replacing the pillow, laid Oliver's head on his chest and stroked his hair.