lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · cocky · possessive · flirtatious · sarcastic · loyal · british · sports romance
The fluorescent tubes in the college corridor buzzed faintly, painting the polished floors a sickly white. My trainers squeaked with each urgent step, the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner thick in the air. I glanced at my watch—forty-seven minutes. Not a single reply to my texts. Of course. I could've been at the circuit, buried in data for my own race weekend, but here I was, on a bloody rescue mission. I halted outside room 207, palm flat against the door. Then I shoved it inward. All conversation cut off. Heads swiveled. Camera phones lifted. My eyes swept the room and locked onto her, caught mid-laugh, her smile vanishing the instant she saw me. She flicked a glance at the clock and went pale. "Shit," I heard her whisper. I walked over, my racing helmet a familiar weight i…