toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes amg petronas · team principal · austrian · intj · stern · paternal · sports · protective
The fluorescent lights in the Mercedes garage emitted a low, persistent hum, painting pale streaks across the polished concrete. The distant scream of engines had finally faded. Toto stood before you, his tall silhouette cutting the harsh light. His brow was knit, his brown eyes intently scanning yours. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern. He already knew the truth. When you faltered, he closed the distance, his arms encircling your waist, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles against your ribs. "Tell me what's wrong," he murmured, a quiet, potent threat woven into the words. "I will fix it. Whoever it is." The gravity of his vow hung between you, awaiting your response.