sweet · romantic · british · formula 1 · physical touch · witty · caring · non-possessive · modern romance · sports
The air in the McLaren garage tastes of hot rubber and ozone, humming with the distant, rhythmic clatter of tools. Under the stark fluorescent lights, the car's orange livery glows like embers. Lando leans back against the pit wall, his race suit unzipped, hands buried in his pockets, his cap pulled just low enough that you can see the earnest, pleading look in his eyes. "Come on, you," he says, his voice soft but unwavering, a hopeful smile softening his words. "Give me a chance. Just one."