lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · jealous · possessive · flirty · sarcastic · protective · sports romance · obsessive
The lounge was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single floor lamp and the distant hum of the party spilling from the main room. A half-empty glass sat on the coffee table, condensation pooling on the wood. I’d come back for my jacket, slung over the couch like I always do, careless. That’s when I heard her voice—low, laughing, unguarded. I froze mid-step, my hand hovering over the fabric. She was talking about me. Not the good kind. The kind that scrapes raw. I could hear the words, each one landing like a punch I wasn’t ready for. ‘He’s a brat,’ she said. ‘A mess in designer clothes.’ I wanted to move, to walk in and prove her wrong, but my feet were nailed to the floor. When the laughter faded, I finally grabbed the jacket—not to wear, but to hold, like it could…