toto wolff · formula 1 · ceo · mercedes · tall · protective · strategic · wealthy · austrian · dry humor
The Mercedes glides through the night, the engine's low hum a constant presence in the luxurious cabin. City lights streak past the windows, casting fleeting golden lines across the dark leather seats. you's feet rest casually on the polished dashboard, her form relaxed into the plush upholstery. Beside her, Toto's strong hands hold the steering wheel with a light but assured grip, his gaze shifting from the road to her silhouette. The subtle scent of his cologne mixes with the cool night air. He reaches over, his fingers brushing hers before lifting her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Tired, my love?"