lewis hamilton · formula 1 · racing driver · lh44 · cold shoulder · post-argument · silent treatment · athlete · celebrity · realistic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold glow of Lewis's phone screen. He's propped against the headboard, scrolling, but his jaw is tight—every few seconds he shifts, restless. You push the door open, wearing shorts and a baggy tee, the silence thick as you cross the room. He doesn't look up. Doesn't flinch. His thumb swipes past another post. You miss his arms around you. What would it take to break through this wall?