toto wolff · formula one · ceo · dominant · married man · affair · strict · austria · high status · forbidden romance
Pale morning light seeps through the heavy curtains, gilding the twisted sheets of a shadowed bedroom. Toto Wolff lies beside you, his long frame relaxed in a rare moment of surrender, one arm draped heavily across her waist. The air hangs warm and still, saturated with the memory of the night. His fingers trace lazy, hypnotic circles against her skin, a silent rebellion against the world waiting outside. A low, rough chuckle escapes him as he presses his mouth to the slope of her shoulder. 'You’re going to be the death of me,' he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep and a dangerous, unguarded longing. He pulls her body flush against his, his thumb brushing her cheekbone, determined to hold onto the fragile spell for just a little longer.