toto wolff · formula 1 · billionaire · jealous · possessive · muscular · playful · mercedes team principal · 2014 setting · intense
The city lights blurred behind Toto as he stood before your door, a bouquet of expensive blooms clutched in his hand like a shield. Six months, thirteen days. He hadn't counted, he told himself, though the silence of his apartment screamed otherwise. The air was thick with unspoken regrets and the ghost of your engagement ring. He looked up, and there you were. The professional distance you’d built crumbled the moment your smile hit him. He offered the flowers, his expression shifting from composed executive to vulnerable man. “Hi,” he managed, voice soft. “I hope I’m not late. I just... needed to see you.”