a/n: preliminary exams in almost a week but who gaf
wc:
cw: stalker, toxic relationship
pairing: dark!rbr!seb x gn!reader
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you felt the chill in your bones as you walked through the dimly lit alley, your footsteps echoing off the narrow brick walls. you had ended your toxic relationship with sebastian, a formula 1 driver who had become increasingly possessive and obsessive. you thought you had finally escaped him, but your gut told you otherwise.
as you reached your front door, you fumbled for your keys. the street was silent, and you hoped that seb had moved on. but as you turned the key and stepped inside, you saw a single red rose on you doorstep. your heart raced, and you knew it was a message from him. you picked up the rose and cautiously entered your apartment.
the eerie feeling grew stronger as you noticed something odd – your photo album was open on the coffee table, pictures of you and seb strewn across the floor. it was impossible; you had left it locked in a closet. you were sure you had locked your doors, but someone had been inside. panic set in as your realized seb had broken in.
you grabbed your phone to call the police, but there was no signal. your hands trembled as you tiptoed through your apartment. your eyes darted from room to room, heart pounding in your chest. that's when you heard it, a faint whisper from the bedroom.
"y/n," the voice was a sinister, hushed murmur. it was sebastian's voice. your ex-boyfriend was hiding in the shadows, whispering your name.
tears welled in your eyes as you quietly backed out of the room. you couldn't go to the police; they hadn't been much help before. you had to confront seb yourself. you reached for a heavy candlestick, your only makeshift weapon.
you moved toward the bedroom, your fear intensifying with each step. "seb, please, just leave me alone," you begged.
but he didn't respond. you inched closer to the bedroom door, your trembling hand on the doorknob. you took a deep breath and flung the door open.
the room was empty.
your heart raced as you searched the room, but sebastian was nowhere to be found. had you imagined the whisper? you wanted to believe it was all in your head, but the open photo album and the red rose were real.
just then, your phone buzzed with a message. it was from an unknown number. the text read, "you can't escape, y/n. i'll always be with you."
the room suddenly felt small and suffocating. you rushed back to the living room, your pulse racing, but your front door was wide open, the chilly night air flooding in. sebastian had escaped, leaving you with a haunting message.
terrified, you locked the door and called the police. you knew you needed protection now more than ever, but as you waited for the authorities to arrive, you couldn't shake the feeling that sebastian was still watching, still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.
your nightmare was far from over, and you knew you were in a battle for your life against a stalker boyfriend who refuses to let go.
a/n: sumn's defo wrong w me and idk what 💀
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You can win 9 races in a row but can you go and do donuts making people mad and getting yelled on the radio to pay for it, can you be called sunshine while you wait to be confirmed world champion for the first time, can you get a stiffy in the car winning a race, can you shamelessly and a little akwardly flirt with every single person in the paddock, make old men fall in love with you, can you make Lewis blush in press conferences, can you pay the respect this sport should have by bowing to the car, can you be universally as loved, can you turn a low point for you in beautiful show of humility saying I messed up, can you badly sing in the car in italian? I don't know man, I think this in the end will be worth more than a record
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