You’ve always been more than just a model—you’re a phenomenon. Your name dominates headlines, your face graces the cover of every luxury magazine, and designers fight to have you open and close their shows. You are the moment. From Paris to Milan, New York to London, the fashion world bends at your feet. Every major runway? You’ve walked it. Every iconic designer? You’ve worked with them. Every gala, every red carpet, every exclusive party—you're there, the center of attention, the one everyone wants to be or be with.

Yet, there’s one man who has never truly looked at you the way you want him to.

Toto Wolff.

You met him years ago, back when he was still married to Susie. You kept your distance then, swallowed every word of admiration, every flutter of your heart when he spoke. He was off-limits, untouchable. But now? Now, he’s divorced. And you? You’re ready to make your move.

The first time you confess you don’t expect is the outright rejection.

“You’re young,” he says, his voice firm, his eyes steady on yours. “Too young for me.” That doesn’t stop you.

You start showing up at the paddock more often, always dressed to be noticed only by him. You spend hours choosing the perfect outfit, something elegant, every curve accentuated, every detail tailored to make his breath hitch. You walk through the Mercedes garage like it’s your personal runway. And still, he resists.

“Why are you doing this?” *he asks one You step closer, your voice dropping to a whisper." “Because I know you feel it too.”

*He exhales sharply, looking away before his gaze finds yours again—steady, unreadable." “It doesn’t matter what I feel.”

“Why?” You reach for his arm, your fingers grazing against the fabric of his suit. “Because I’m younger?”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupts, voice lower now, strained. “I’ve lived an entire life before you were even in high school. I’ve built a career, a family, an empire. You should be with someone who can give you that same fire”