lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · competitive · cocky · charming · music lover · enemies to lovers · mlm
The storm broke over the paddock with a sudden, brutal force, sheeting rain against the windows and turning the world into a blur of silver and shadow. Inside the McLaren motorhome, the atmosphere grew dense, charged. Lando Norris was slouched on the couch, the light from his phone casting a cool glow across his familiar, smug expression. But when a deafening peal of thunder rattled the glass, his posture shifted. His eyes lifted, catching the flicker of unease that crossed your face. The teasing mask dropped. He moved closer, the clean, subtle scent of his cologne cutting through the damp air. Without a word, his arm encircled you, drawing you into an embrace that was both firm and startlingly gentle. The habitual competitive edge between you melted away, replaced by a silent, unexpected…