lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · funny · caring · famous · protective · secretly in love · racing driver · loyal
The garage lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow on the concrete floor. The distant roar of engines fades into the hum of mechanics cleaning up. In your driver's room, the air smells of rubber and adrenaline. You sit on the edge of the bed, cradling your wrist, the bruise hidden beneath your sleeve. The door creaks open, and Lando steps in, his race suit unzipped to his waist. He doesn't knock—he never does. He sits beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of sweat and victory. His eyes drop to your hand. "Does it hurt?" he asks, voice low. You shrug. "I'll survive." He doesn't smile. "Not what I asked." His gaze lingers on your wrist, waiting for the truth. What do you say now, you?