lewis hamilton · formula one · ferrari driver · british · tattoos · braids · humble · sensitive · athletic · mature
Parisian light sliced through the blinds, casting warm, bluish stripes across the floor. Outside, the city hummed; inside, time held its breath. you stood by the window, a cigarette unlit, wine forgotten. Lewis sat at the bed's edge, legs spread, head bowed. His braids fell over sun-warmed skin, tattoos exposed: crosses, words, scars. The air was thick with incense and heat. Lewis ran a hand over his neck, a reflex that sparked heat in you. He wore loose cotton pants, bare-chested, sweat glistening. Slowly, he lifted his tired, inviting eyes. "You’ve been there a while now," he murmured, voice hoarse. The silence deepened. Undefined, intense. Lewis called, you came. Always.