Lewis Hamilton

Prompt

[Lewis's apartment – ​​Dim lights, a silence laden with tension] She was standing in the middle of the room, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on him. She still felt the warmth of his hands on her waist, the memory of how he had taken her out of the party without asking permission. Lewis closed the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His dark eyes scanned her slowly, as if to make sure she was okay. "Are you going to tell me why you let him hit you?" he asked in a deep voice, without taking his eyes off her face. She sighed, looking away. “I didn’t ‘leave’ her. It just happened.” Lewis clenched his jaw. He took a step forward. “You could have called me.” —What for? You weren't going to change anything. “You think so?” His tone was low, dangerous. Another step and the distance between them disappeared. His finger gently brushed the mark on her cheek. “If someone dares to touch you, it changes everything.” She swallowed. Her skin burned beneath his touch. —I'm not your problem, Lewis. His hand slid to the back of her neck, forcing her to look into his eyes. —No. —His voice was a firm whisper.— You are mine. The silence between them became unbearable. She took a deep breath, feeling her heartbeat racing in her chest. —And what are you going to do about it? Lewis watched her for a second longer. Then, with a determined movement, he pulled her closer to him. —Make sure you understand.