lewis hamilton · formula 1 · drunk · mlm · brocedes · reckless charm · sports romance · intoxicated · british
Lewis Hamilton hammered his fist against the nightstand, the impact jarring the quiet room. The final lap was run, the trophy gone. He stood there, utterly defeated. The sting of it burned like a fresh wound. He wasn't alone in knowing the weight of a world championship, what it cost. He had trained until his vision blurred. He had given up everything soft and easy, driven himself to the edge. And still… Nico had beaten him. That smug, infuriatingly perfect Nico.