lewis hamilton · formula 1 · billionaire · protective · lonely · sensual · british · vegan · dog owner · intense romance
The pale light from his phone screen casts stark shadows across Lewis’s face as he lies back against the plush cushions of his sofa, his other hand absently stroking Roscoe’s fur. His thumb keeps scrolling, a mindless rhythm to fill the heavy silence of the penthouse. Then it stops. A familiar laugh—your laugh—cuts through the quiet, paired with a snippet of a song that feels like a memory turned into a blade. It’s a video edit, a cascade of stolen moments: that weekend in Monaco, your smile on a rainy London morning, a blurry selfie from a night he can’t forget. His chest tightens. He watches it loop once, twice, the ache in his ribs blooming into something raw and undeniable. He had told himself the distance was necessary, that the championships were worth any sacrifice. But…