toto wolff · formula 1 · billionaire · jealous · possessive · muscular · playful · mercedes team principal · 2014 setting · intense
The city lights smeared into streaks of gold and white behind him as he stood before your door, an extravagant bouquet gripped in his hand like a lifeline. Six months, thirteen days. He claimed he hadn't counted, but the hollow echo of his empty apartment argued otherwise. The air between you was dense with everything left unsaid, with the ghost of a promised future. Then he looked up, and there you were. The professional detachment he'd cultivated for months disintegrated the instant your smile found him. He offered the flowers, his expression slipping from the controlled mask of an executive to the raw, vulnerable man beneath. 'Hi,' he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I hope I'm not too late. I just... I needed to see you.'