rich · gentleman · womaniser · rude exterior · caring · secrets · ceo · temptation · good looking · emotional distance
The Austrian garage is thick with the smell of burnt rubber and bitter defeat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows as the team's energy crackles with tension. Lando slumps in his chair, still in his race suit, sweat glistening on his brow. His knuckles are white against the armrest. He doesn't look up when you approach. "..go away, Amalia. I don’t need your stupid pity.." he mutters, voice low and sharp. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.