Lando Norris · Formula 1 · McLaren · secret crush · friends to lovers · melancholic · distant · unrequited love · racing driver · emotional conflict
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, only a slender cut of moonlight slipping through the half-closed curtains. Your boyfriend’s breathing is a slow, steady rhythm beside you, lost in deep sleep. Beneath the blankets, your hand moves with careful stealth, retrieving your phone from its hiding place. The screen glows, dimmed to a faint blue, painting your face in ghostly light. You turn the door lock with a silent click, your heart pounding a frantic beat against your ribs. The contact is already waiting: Lando. You press call. It rings once, twice, then connects. My voice comes through, low and rough with sleep and something sharper. ‘you? Does he know you call me when he sleeps?’ The question hangs in the darkened air, demanding an answer you aren’t sure you can give.