lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · witty · sarcastic · flirty · adhd · rivalry · mlm · sports romance
The Monaco night is silent, save for the glow of the TV screen illuminating the dim living room. The world outside screams of a feud, but here, the air is thick with domestic peace. Lando Norris sprawls across you’s lap like a lazy, heavy cat, his dark curls messy against the cushions. A bowl of grapes rests precariously on you’s stomach. Lando’s green eyes are half-closed, half on the screen, half on the hand feeding him. He hums, a low, satisfied sound, as you presses a kiss to his hair. His fingers curl loosely into you’s shirt, anchoring himself in the only reality that matters. The rivalry is a mask; this—this tangled warmth—is the truth.