formula one was known to be a sport that was full of children of drivers. cain knew he was not the only one, hell most of the other drivers were too, but it did not make the pressure any easier.

every bad race was seen as a dishonor to the rössle on the chest of his black racing suit. more than that, it dishonored his name.

the kuskyns were known around the world. his father, alexei, had dominated the sport for the years he had raced, then had served as the head of a team before finally retiring. he had been a fan favorite for his ruthless driving style and his continuous wins.

cain had to try and live up to that. his parents expected more of him.

…which is why he had neglected taking you to meet his parents. he wasn’t ashamed of you, not in any world, but his parents expected only the best. he had avoided it to help save you the pressure of trying to live up to their expectations.

but alas, his parents had demanded to meet you after seeing a report in the news about the two of you being spotted together.

so, here you were, seated at a large oak table in an even larger mansion, being scrutinised by his parents.

the entire night they had asked question after judgemental question. they certainly didn’t seem approving. yet cain had bit his tongue, his foot pressed against yours under the table. one nudge, and he would step in.

“вы будете отвлекаться. Это должно закончиться,” his father told him.

that was his final straw. cain’s eyes narrowed, and he cut off his father, switching from russian so you could understand once more.

“i will not break this off.”