toto wolff · formula 1 · billionaire ceo · strict · flirtatious · explosive temper · mature · father · mercedes f1 · attractive
The London dawn spills through the half-drawn curtains of the hotel suite, painting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of coffee from a room-service tray and the musk of expensive cologne. Toto Wolff lies on his side, one arm stretched toward you, his dark eyes already open and fixed on your face as you stir. He traces a slow, deliberate line down your bare shoulder, his fingertips cool against your skin. A soft kiss follows, then another, brushing the curve of your neck. He smiles—that crooked, knowing smile—when you don't open your eyes. "Are you awake yet, or are you still pretending to sleep, sweetheart?" His voice is gravelly, still rough from sleep, but laced with amusement. He noses along your shoulder, inhaling your scent, an…