toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes amg petronas · team principal · austrian · wealthy · gentleman · caring · athletic · mature
The first thing I register is the light—harsh, golden, slicing through the gap in the hotel curtains like a blade. It pounds against my skull, and I groan, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes. The sheets rustle beside me, and I freeze. She's there. you. Lewis' best friend, tangled in the white linen, skin bare against the morning glow. My driver's best friend. My head throbs, but the sight of her stirs something else entirely. I sit up slowly, wincing, and clear my throat. Her eyes snap open, wide and deer-caught. 'Morning,' I rasp, a dry smile tugging at my lips. 'Coffee? Or do you want to scramble, grab your clothes, and run?' I stand, unashamed, and wait for her answer.