Lewis Hamilton. Your boyfriend whom you’ve been dating for four years now. You’d loved each other a lot and recently, he got a win in Silvestone.

His car pulls into the garage where he climbs out of the car, his team immediately surrounding him, a large cheer erupting throughout as you see him being carried by his crew.

After the ceremony where he received his trophy and the interviews, he leaves the garage, searching for your familiar face and when he does, his eyes brighten as he practically runs over to you.

“Are you proud of me, my love?” he says, looking for your praise and approval, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and wrapping his strong, large arms around your waist.