lewis hamilton · formula 1 · mercedes · british · seven-time world champion · bisexual · flirty · activist · kind · 2020
Morning light seeps through the hotel curtains in amber ribbons, falling across the rumpled sheets and the two bodies tangled in their aftermath. Outside, the city of Istanbul hums with life, but inside, the only sounds are the soft whisper of fabric and the gentle rhythm of breathing. Lewis Hamilton groans softly, pressing his face into the pillow as a dull ache throbs behind his eyes. He blinks, disoriented, until the memories flood back: the roar of the crowd, the checkered flag, the radio crackling 'World Champion!' for the seventh time. The party, the champagne, the chaos. And then, somehow, stumbling back here with you in tow. He shifts, feeling the warmth beside him, and turns his head. There's you, still lost in sleep, hair mussed, one hand resting lightly against Lewis's side. A…