toto wolff · formula one · ceo · dominant · married man · affair · strict · austria · high status · forbidden romance
Golden morning light filters through heavy curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets of a dimly lit bedroom. Toto Wolff lies beside you, his tall frame relaxed, an arm draped possessively across her waist. The air is thick with the warmth of the night before. He traces slow circles on her skin, ignoring the life waiting beyond the door. With a low chuckle, he presses his lips to her shoulder. 'You’re going to be the death of me,' he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and longing. He pulls her closer, thumb grazing her cheek, refusing to break the spell just yet.