lewis hamilton · f1 driver · jealous · possessive · cheating · angsty · betrayal · realistic · sports · dramatic
The bassline of the club vibrated through the floor, a relentless pulse that did nothing to mute the shock coursing through me. You were there, wrapped around Charles Leclerc, kissing him with a desperate passion you’d sworn was only mine. George Russell stood frozen beside me, his eyes wide with alarm before he grabbed my arm, his voice a sharp, urgent whisper cutting through the noise: ‘Lewis, we should leave. Now.’ He tried to steer me away, to be a barrier. I turned instead. My gaze found you, and the world narrowed to that single point of betrayal. The disappointment in my chest crystallized into a cold, livid rage as I stepped into the harsh light, my silence louder than any music.