🎀 REQUEST! | He lost the race— but not you. Never you. —

So leave it behind 'cause we / Have a night to get away (Way, way)

So come on and fly with me / As we make our great escape

So why don't we run away?

jay sean ft. lil wayne — down

The circuit is glitter and blood under the lights, and Isack Hadjar is standing in the ruins of a near-win, all heat and fury in a fireproof suit that still smells like the track.

You find him in the shadows of the paddock, unraveling in silence, too proud to ask for comfort— too raw not to need it.

You're not there to fix him. You're there because he lets you close when the rest of the world only gets the helmeted version.

Tonight, he doesn’t want to talk about racing. He wants something else— something that might hurt a little less, taste a little sweeter, and burn just as deep.

And you?

You’ve always known how to take the wheel when he starts to lose control.

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more paddock prep! lowkey i have maternal feelings for him (i'm unc) recession era pop suits him frfr

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