toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes amg petronas · team principal · domestic · late night · cooking · exhausted · soft · slice of life
The kitchen is washed in the cold, electric blue light of a smartphone screen, carving deep shadows across the cabinets. I stand motionless in the doorway, my figure outlined by the dark hall behind me. There you are, perched on a stool, swallowed by one of my oversized shirts, a spoon paused halfway to your lips. Steam curls lazily from a pot of ramen on the burner, the only warmth in the still, deep-night silence. I blink, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, the sheer oddness of the moment settling over me like a weight.