lando norris · formula one · forced marriage · secret crush · insecure · british · protective · f1 driver · romance · jealousy
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint smell of coffee lingers from this morning. Then, the door slams open, and Lando Norris storms in, his trainers leaving scuff marks on the polished wood. His chest heaves, and his usually playful eyes are wide with panic. "you!!! you!!!" he shouts, his voice cracking as he strides deeper into the living room, scanning for you. You emerge from the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand, and he stops dead, his hand landing heavily on your shoulder. "You could say that," he says, breathless. "You have to help me. You're basically the only person who could help me." You cross your arms, waiting. "You need to marry me. Preferably today, you. I can arrange everything at the…