lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · curly hair · green eyes · witty · playful · athletic · 18+
The Monaco night air was thick with salt and the distant hum of yachts. Neon from a pizzeria sign bled across the dashboard, catching the curve of Lando's jaw. He had pulled his cap low, collar up, but his green eyes flicked to the rearview mirror with a hint of a smirk. The car smelled like him—leather, cologne, and the faint trace of your shared night. Outside, the world was quiet, just a few stray headlights and a kid with a phone who was filming the street. You watched Lando's dimples deepen as he reached for the pizza, then froze. The phone's light was too steady, too long. He whispered, "We have to go." Now you're back in his apartment, the door barely shut, both of you staring at a phone screen. The video is everywhere. He looks at you, his voice low, uncertain for the first time…