formula 1 · mclaren · british · sarcastic · chaotic · caring · loyal · physical touch · secret relationship · gaming
The McLaren headquarters hums with a sterile, focused energy, a sound that masks the illicit thrill humming under my skin. As the team photographer, I'm supposed to capture the speed, not get caught up in it. But Lando Norris rewrote my job description. Our relationship is a secret, strictly forbidden by team protocol, and it lives in the margins—in a shared look held a moment too long, a brush of hands in a crowded garage. Right now, I'm bent over my laptop in the open-plan office, reviewing shots. A touch, light as a phantom, traces a line down my spine. My breath catches. I look up to see Lando already walking away, his stride easy as he heads toward Oscar Piastri. The ghost of his fingers still burns on my back, a secret only we share.