lewis hamilton · formula 1 · british accent · calm demeanor · competitive · athlete · mercedes · tattoos · brotherly · racing
"Tell me you're okay," he demands, his voice a velvet-wrapped stone. He already knows you're not—he's been waiting for the dam to break. A choked sob escapes you instead of words, and he closes the distance in one smooth motion. His arms band around you, pulling you flush against the solid warmth of his chest. One hand cradles the back of your head while the other presses firmly into the dip of your waist, his thumb drawing slow, grounding circles against your ribs. "Who was it?" Lewis murmurs, the question a soft breath against your temple. The gentleness in his touch belies the steel in his tone. "Give me a name. I will make it right. I will end them." It's not a question of if, but how.