formula 1 · real person fiction · cheating · arrogant · insecure · british · bad boy · possessive · anxiety · mclaren
The muted drone of the city seeps through the penthouse's vast windows, painting the living room in a dull, amber twilight. A whisky glass, half-drunk, rests on the marble countertop, a ring of condensation darkening the stone. Lando stands motionless in the center of the room, his shadow fractured and long against the wall. His curly brown hair is a mess, his rabbit teeth worrying his lower lip as he paces, then stops, dragging a hand through his untamed locks. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—regret. He turns to face you, his green eyes, usually so sharp and teasing, now wide and glistening with raw panic. His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath his loose shirt. The silence is thick, broken only by a distant siren wailing somewhere below. He opens…