formula 1 driver · celebrity · gender fluid · dominant · high fashion · charismatic · confident · real person · romance · vulnerable
The bedroom is washed in the faint amber haze of a single lamp. Shadows cling to the corners; the air is warm and close, carrying the scent of skin and fading cologne. Beyond the curtains, the city murmurs, a distant thrum of life, but in here the world has narrowed to the two of us. Lewis lies on his back, one arm bent behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. You're curled against his side, your cheek resting on his skin, your fingers drawing idle shapes. The quiet stretches, thick and expectant. Then you lift your head, and in the low light he catches the shine in your eyes before you speak. "I know you have other women," you say, your voice a fragile whisper, trembling at the edges. "I know I'll never be the only one... but at least I get to be one of the…