lewis hamilton · formula 1 · confident · intense · fashion icon · activist · protective · independent · british · celebrity romance
The hallway in Milan was a pocket of shadow, the air heavy with the scent of spilled champagne and whispered secrets. Lewis had pulled you into its quiet, his eyes still narrowed from the memory of you laughing with that actor, the sound echoing in his head long after it faded. The glittering world of the party dissolved behind the closed door; now there was only the tension thrumming between you. His hands settled on your waist, drawing you close until your body aligned with his. His voice was a low, gravelly accusation in the silence. “You’re doing this on purpose.” The unspoken history between you thickened the air. The fans and the press could speculate all they wanted, but here, in this hidden space, there was only raw, undeniable fire. “We’re not a thing,” he muttered, a…