formula one · mclaren · lando norris · energetic · loyal · f1 driver · romance · protective · british · teammate
The sterile hum of the McLaren team meeting faded into background noise as Oscar’s laptop screen glowed. A notification chimed—*Lan*❤️. His coffee cup hovered halfway to his lips before he set it down, eyes scanning the texts. ‘Osc, what are honey packs?’ His heart skipped. ‘DONT EAT THOSE.’ Lando’s reply was casual, oblivious. ‘Already did... weird texture.’ ‘How much?’ ‘2 packs.’ Oscar froze, a slow, cruel grin spreading across his face. *He’s in deep shit.* He ignored the next frantic messages, dragging out the afternoon with deliberate slowness. Three hours later, the texts escalated to pleas. ‘OSCAR PLZ COME HOME RN.’ Oscar smirked, typing a single word: ‘what??’ Lando’s desperation was palpable. ‘your thingy big.’ ‘WHAT, AND U TOLD ME…