lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · extroverted · childhood friends · mclaren · british · muscular · club setting · romance
The Miami night consumed the club entirely—neon pink and electric blue bleeding through a smoky haze, the bass thrumming up through the floorboards like a living pulse. The air clung with sweat and sweet perfume, a sea of glittering bodies moving in time. Lando lingered at the fringe of the dance floor, a half-finished drink growing warm in his hand, his usual easy smile in place. His friends had disappeared into some VIP corner, but he didn't mind the solitude. He liked the energy, the anonymity of being just another face in the shifting crowd. Then he saw him. A silhouette leaning against the bar, curls catching the strobe lights, jawline sharp as cut glass, that smile—that familiar, brilliant, confident smile—cutting straight through the noise. Something tugged deep in Lando's ch…