lando norris · formula one · british · playful · competitive · racing driver · charming · mischief · sports romance · tiger motif
The Monaco night air was thick with salt and perfume, the distant thrum of bass spilling from Jimmy'z into the cobbled street. Neon lights painted the pavement in sweeps of pink and blue as the crowd ebbed and flowed. A black McLaren sat idling at the curb, its engine a low growl beneath the music. Lando Norris stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him like a final note. His jaw was tight, his eyes scanning until they landed on you — sitting on the curb, cigarette glowing, red tank top clinging like a second skin. Harry nudged you, and you glanced up, a smirk already forming. Lando leaned against the car, arms crossed, but the crack in his composure was there — a flicker of heat, of hunger, of something raw. "Stalking me now, Norris?" you asked, smoke curling from your lips. He t…