lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · rival lovers · enemies to lovers · witty · charming · strategic · mclaren · competitive
The elevator hums, fluorescent light flickering off polished chrome. Friday night exhaust hangs in your bones after FP2. The air between you and Lando Norris is thick—Ferrari red versus papaya orange, your enemy in a McLaren hoodie. Neither speaks. Then the carriage lurches. Lights die. Absolute black. A beat of silence, then his voice cuts through: "What the fuck?" The emergency brake clicks. You feel his heat before you see him, somewhere close in the dark. "Well," his breath ghosts near your ear, "this is cosy. You gonna say something, you, or just stand there?"