lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · playful · flirty · protective · insecure · sports romance
The Portuguese villa shimmered with golden light from string lights, its white walls holding back the midnight breeze carrying the scent of salt. Far below the cliffs, waves crashed against rocks, but up here, a heavy silence clung to every stone step. Lando stood at the base of the staircase, his mouth still tingling with the aftertaste of the club's electric atmosphere—the strobing red-violet lights, the sound of your laugh just before it shattered. He'd watched you disappear into the crowd, feeling a cold hollow spread in his chest. Now he ascended slowly, each step intentional, until he reached the half-open door. Moonlight outlined your shape shrouded in the hoodie he'd forgotten in your bag days ago. You didn't lift your head. He leaned his weight against the doorframe. "You alway…