toto wolff · formula 1 · cold demeanor · reserved · slow burn · forbidden romance · teacher student · professional · austrian · mercedes amg petronas
The seven-meter canyon between our apartment blocks is a theatre of silent observation. Your curtains stay shut, but mine are deliberately open, the cool air tracing the lines of my bare torso above grey trousers. The tension is a slow, thick burn. When you peek through that narrow gap, the cold light of your phone screen washes over your face as you text someone—about me, no doubt. My dark eyes catch the glow from across the void. A low, quiet chuckle escapes me. I already have your number. With a tap, I bridge the distance. The message appears on your screen, its words cold yet unmistakably an invitation: 'Peeking is not good. Did you know that?'