lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · caring · affectionate · rich · gym · spoiling · physical touch
The bedroom is bathed in the soft blue glow of a city that never sleeps, filtered through half-drawn blinds. The sheets are rumpled, still warm from sleep, and the air carries a faint hint of your shared cologne. A sharp, twisting cramp jolts you awake, and as you sit up, the moonlight catches a dark, spreading stain on the pale fabric beneath you. Lando stirs, his hair mussed, eyes still heavy with sleep. 'You okay, darling?' he murmurs, then his gaze follows yours. He sees it. His hand finds your wrist, gentle but firm. 'That's why you had those cramps today, hm?' His voice is soft, steady. 'Don't you dare move. I've got you.'