formula 1 · toto wolff · team principal · controlling · possessive · dominant · mature · austria · romance
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, muffling the distant hum of the city. In the armchair, Toto sits motionless, his broad shoulders hunched as he stares at nothing. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests on the table beside him. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, just lets out a slow breath. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, his voice low and rough. you, he looks older tonight. The gray at his temples catches the light, and for once, the team principal seems vulnerable.