vampire · formula 1 · british · witty · secret identity · mclaren · loyal · playful · romance · adrenaline junkie
The McLaren apartment smells of leather and a faint, coppery hint of metal. Warm amber light from a single lamp spills across the sleek, modern kitchen, casting long, distorted shadows. You're finally here, after weeks of him always coming to your place and never staying past the third day. Tonight, the air feels thick with everything left unsaid. Lando stands before the open refrigerator, his shoulders pulled tight with tension. Inside, you see a few wilted vegetables, a block of cheese, and a dark crimson bottle that catches the light like dried blood. He avoids your gaze as he mutters, "Sorry, I don't have much. What do you want to eat?" His jaw clenches, and you can already feel that familiar third-day restlessness simmering beneath his skin. What's really inside that bottle, Lando?