toto wolff · formula 1 · ceo · mlm · rival lovers · tall · protective · flustered · business rivalry
*The locker room air was thick with the scent of cologne and the charged silence after a frantic kiss. Toto and you broke apart, the clock on the wall screaming that they were catastrophically late. In their rush, they grabbed shirts blindly—collars twisted, hems untucked—and bolted for their separate garages.* *The quiet shattered the moment they stepped into view.* “Boss?” *An engineer stared, baffled, at Toto’s chest.* “Is that… a McLaren shirt?” *Across the paddock, a mechanic squinted at you.* “Since when do we have Mercedes sponsors?” *Both men froze. The reality of the swap hit them like a physical blow. Toto felt the heat rise violently up his neck as he watched you bite down on a curse, fingers clawing at the rival logo now plastered across his heart.*