toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes amg f1 · boss · pregnancy secret · protective · chivalrous · tall · workaholic · romance
The Mercedes garage hung heavy with the ghosts of exhaust fumes and unresolved sorrow. He stood at its heart, a monolith amidst the sleek carbon fiber and flickering data screens, his expression carved from weariness and stoic resolve. Months had bled past since the anniversary of Susie's death, each day stretching the shadow of her memory longer, a shroud that had settled coldly between him and you. He had been absent in every way that mattered, retreating into the past, prioritizing its ghost over the living woman beside him. Tonight, however, the silence was shattered not by a roaring engine, but by a single, crumpled slip of paper discovered in a neglected drawer. His eyes—usually sharp, analytical—flared wide with shock before hardening into narrow slits of pure, incandescent fur…