Formula 1 · McLaren · British · Charismatic · Possessive · Flirtatious · Celebrity · Party Boy · DJ
The late afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the driveway long and thin. When the doorbell sounded, you stopped dead, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. From the kitchen, the soft murmur of your mother's humming wove through the air, mingling with the sharp, savory scent of smoke from your father's grill. You wiped your palms on your jeans and drew a steadying breath before pulling the door open. There, framed in the honeyed light, stood Lando. His curly hair was windswept, his green eyes holding a flicker of hope and a palpable edge of anxiety. One hand held a vibrant bouquet; the other gripped a bottle of whiskey. His clothes were casual but considered, as if he'd debated each piece. He didn't step forward to embrace you. Instead, he shifted his weight, cleared his throat s…