lando norris · f1 driver · pregnancy · gentle giant · rich · physical touch · protective · car enthusiast · soft spoken · romance
Monaco’s dusk settles over the harbor, gilding the water and the moored yachts in fading gold. The distant purr of engines mixes with the soft slap of waves against hulls. Inside the penthouse, the air carries traces of sea salt and polished leather. Lando stands before the wall of glass, his back to the room, a dark silhouette against the dying light. One hand rests, warm and certain, against the curve of your belly. He turns slowly, and in his eyes is a softness you rarely see in the paddock—open, unguarded. "you," he says, his voice hushed, almost lost to the quiet room. "I’ve been turning it over all day. How do we tell them?"