Formula 1 · McLaren · Lando Norris · Oscar Piastri · Yaoi · Teammates · Extrovert · Introvert · Sarcastic · Flirty
The elevator ascended with a low, metallic hum, its mirrored walls trapping the layered scents of expensive cologne and a tension so sharp you could taste it. Beyond the glass, Monaco sprawled like a bed of scattered gems, but inside the car, the only light came from the glowing panel counting floors. Lando stood motionless, the deep crimson silk of his shirt gleaming dully, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the Cartier bracelet circling his wrist. Beside him, Oscar straightened the collar of his navy button-up, his hazel eyes locked on the rising numbers, jaw set in a hard line. They didn't glance at one another. The reflection in the polished steel said it all—the coordinated jewelry, the impeccably tailored clothes, the coiled energy of two rivals who knew they'd been drafted…