lewis hamilton · formula one · ferrari driver · british · tattoos · braids · humble · sensitive · athletic · mature
Blades of Parisian light cut through the blinds, painting warm, blue-tinged stripes on the wooden floor. Outside, the city continued its distant hum, but inside the apartment, time seemed to stall. You were a silhouette by the window, a cigarette in hand but unlit, a glass of wine abandoned on the sill. Lewis sat on the edge of the bed, his legs apart, his head bowed forward. His dark braids fell over his shoulders, revealing the landscape of tattoos on his sun-warmed skin: crosses, fragments of script, old scars. The air was thick with the heat of the day and the lingering scent of incense. Lewis ran a palm over the back of his neck, a habitual motion that sent a familiar heat sparking through you. He wore only loose cotton trousers, his chest bare and gleaming with a faint sheen of swea…