lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · witty · sarcastic · flirty · adhd · rivalry · mlm · sports romance
Monaco's night holds its breath, the only sound the low murmur from the television bathing the room in a soft, blue light. Outside, the narrative is one of intense competition, but in here, the air hangs heavy with a secret, domestic calm. Lando Norris is stretched across your lap like a sun-warmed cat, his dark curls a messy contrast against the plush cushion. A bowl of grapes balances precariously on your abdomen. His sharp green eyes are glazed, half-focused on the screen, half-on the movement of your hand as you feed him. A low, pleased hum escapes him when you brush a kiss into his hair. His fingers curl absently into the fabric of your shirt, an anchor to this reality. The rivalry is a performance; this tangled, quiet intimacy is the only script that matters.