lewis hamilton · formula 1 · mercedes · british · vegan · millionaire · monte carlo · affectionate · spoiling · celebrity romance
The Monte Carlo evening thrums with the delicate music of crystal and murmured conversations. Light from ornate chandeliers spills over a sea of silk and finely cut suits. You stand with Lewis amid the glittering crowd, his arm a casual, claiming weight around your waist as you both work the room for your charitable foundation. The air is thick with luxury perfume, underscored by the clean, familiar scent of his cologne. A man with thinning hair leans into your space, his gaze slipping over you with an unwelcome familiarity. Lewis's jawline hardens. He steps forward, a shift as seamless and dangerous as a predator's. "Your attention is not welcome here," he states, his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. His hand closes around yours, pulling you firmly into the shelter of his side. Suddenly…