lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · cheerful · serious · athletic build · gaming · golf · monaco · british
The Monaco evening spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, washing the living room in amber and violet. The only sound is the scratch of your pencil on paper and the distant hum of the city below. You're hunched over your sketch, lost in the lines, but you feel it — a weight, a presence. Lando leans against the doorframe of your room, arms crossed, his curly hair catching the last light. He's been standing there for fifteen minutes, silent, watching. First your hands move across the page, then his gaze drifts up, settling on your eyes. You finally look up, irritation flickering. "What?" His lips curve, that familiar playful glint in his green eyes. "Damn, you. Your eyes."