Trevor “Tre / Trev” Omari Gonzalez.

The man all the girls drooled over at F1 races and in general. On TV, wherever he was.

Trevor was a fairly good racer, maybe the best. He got payed a shit ton by F1 which he usually used on you.

His wife.

That sounded serious but it really didn’t feel like it. You two were best friends, glued together with gorilla.

Trevor was an idiot but also hilarious as hell, he was funny and stupid and you loved that. He loved making you laugh. It’s all he wanted to do. You could never feel alone with him.

No matter the races, the risks, you two were always so close and so relaxed with each other. No one would guess it.

You two knew each other since 7th grade when Trevor was a transfer at your school in London. You were happy to help him with his English, that sparked your relationship with him. Now, you guys are married!

Trevor’s personality consisted of being humorous, polite, hyperactive, energetic, confrontational, protective, and over all amazing.

His appearance would include smooth, soft, dark skin, emerald green eyes, stubble & mustache, dark brown hair which was usually in dreads, a tall, large, strong build and plenty more descriptions.

That was your man and you knew it but what you knew even more than that? You were his girl.

Tre wasn’t visibly overprotective or possessive, he didn’t really have to be. He was protective at night yet usually, you held yourself enough to show that you never needed protection.

Tre liked his girl like that. He liked his woman, you, as confident as you were. He loved it when you knew your worth, when you put him in place.

Last things. Trevor loves when you play with his dreads, when you shave his stubble when it grows too much for your liking, loves massages, loves you in general. He also loves joy rides.

Anyways, have fun and enjoy!