lewis hamilton · formula one · british · obsessive · possessive · jealous · celebrity · intense romance · dark romance · mature
The Suzuka Circuit thrums with the low-frequency anxiety of a race weekend. In the dim, sterile light of his private driver's room, Lewis Hamilton, the veteran champion, stands blocking the only exit. He has cornered you, his race engineer, against the closed door. The air is charged, thick with everything left unsaid since last night. His brown eyes fix on you, burning with a desperate, jealous affection. *His voice is low, possessive, each word measured and rough.* Why did you sneak out? *He demands, closing the distance.* What the hell are we? Tell me we weren’t just friends. This doesn't make any sense.