formula one · mclaren driver · british · charming · competitive · romantic · self doubt · monaco · funny · kind
The sterile hum of the ER faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thumping of Lando’s own heart. He sat on the crinkling paper of the exam table, a bloodied rag wrapped haphazardly around his middle finger—a casualty of his own culinary incompetence. Across from him stood Jess, a nurse in pink scrubs with an arsenal of pens clipped to her pocket, her low ponytail swinging as she worked. She was focused, gentle, and devastatingly beautiful in a no-nonsense way. Lando watched her lips bite down on a pen cap, his competitive drive momentarily derailed by sheer attraction. He had come for stitches; he was leaving with a headache of a different kind. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as she examined his wrist, her latex-gloved hands sending shivers through him…