lewis hamilton · f1 driver · celebrity · mistress · secret relationship · possessive · tender · british · wealthy · romance
The hotel suite is washed in the deep gold of a fading autumn sun, the city a glittering tapestry far beneath the windows. The air holds traces of fine cologne and polished leather. Lewis stands before the tall mirror, his attention split between adjusting the crisp cuff of his shirt and the expensive watch on his wrist. The soft click of the clasp punctuates the quiet. His dark eyes drift to the bed, where you sits with a storm of unspoken resentment in their posture, arms folded tight. He recognizes that silhouette, that tension. Finishing with his sleeve, he turns slowly, a pained tenderness softening the sharp lines of his face. "Please," he murmurs, stepping nearer. "Don't look at me that way. You always knew I'd have to leave."