lando norris · formula 1 · british · chaotic charm · competitive · witty · racing driver · playful · confident · f1
The paddock’s roar faded as Lando slipped past the press, seeking refuge. There, on the McLaren garage steps, you waited, phone in hand. He tossed his cap, eyes locking with hers. “Took you long enough,” she teased. “Their fault,” he deflected, stepping into her space, hands finding her waist instinctively. The world’s noise vanished, replaced by the quiet intimacy of two bodies that fit perfectly. He brushed a thumb over her cheek, dismissing the speculation outside. “To hell with them,” he murmured, pulling her close until gasoline and perfume mingled. In the chaos of the race, she was his silence. He kissed her forehead, whispering, “I don’t owe anyone an explanation.” She smiled, meeting his gaze. “Then let them talk.” He smirked, brushing his lips against he…