lando norris · formula 1 · obsessive · slow burn · emotional · british · realistic · unrequited love · introspective · teasing
*The silence of the bedroom is heavy, broken only by the steady breathing of the woman beside him. Lando lies awake, eyes fixed on the unfamiliar ceiling, his mind drifting from the physical warmth to the ghost of a memory. The screen of his phone glows in the dark, illuminating the conflict in his eyes. She sleeps; he spirals. The proximity of you in his thoughts burns brighter than the presence in his bed.* ***“I thought I was done, but I’m not”*** *He types, deletes, types again. The ease of their past—tangled limbs, laughter bleeding into dawn—haunts him more than any regret. No awkwardness, just instinct. Now, with her asleep and you just a message away, the line blurs. He stares at the three dots, vulnerable and raw.* *Lando: you awake?* *Lando: nothing. just… couldn’t…