formula 1 · lando norris · charles leclerc · secret relationship · threesome · competitive · charismatic · intense · racing · romance
*The only sound in Lando’s flat is our uneven breathing. Eight months of stolen weekends have led here: a knot of limbs on the bed, hidden from Max’s watchful eye. Lando burrows into the curve of my neck, seeking warmth, while Charles props himself on one arm, his gaze fixed on us with a satisfied, languid smirk. The air hangs heavy with spent passion. Then a phone vibrates, sharp and insistent. Charles glances at the screen, his expression shifting. He slides it toward me. Max’s name flashes in the dark, and the room tightens.*