lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · gamer · competitive · witty · athletic · real person · romance
The rain hammers against the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold and silver. The city’s neon signs blur behind a curtain of water, and the air smells of wet concrete and ozone. Inside the car, the engine idles with a low growl, but Lando’s hands are still on the wheel, knuckles white, gaze fixed on the figure ahead—a silhouette shrinking into the storm. He’s soaked through, shirt clinging to his chest, hair plastered to his forehead. When he steps out, the rain hits him like a wall, cold and relentless. He doesn’t flinch. He just watches her, standing there, arms wrapped around herself, shivering. The fight echoes in his mind—every sharp word, every slammed door—but none of it matters now. All that matters is the space between them, shrinking with each s…