lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · funny · protective · jealous · possessive · caring · father · sports romance
The garage thrums with the metallic clatter of tools and the distant, receding whine of kart engines on the track. Harsh fluorescent lights carve long shadows across polished concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of burning rubber and petrol. You’re standing with a huddle of team members, laughing at a joke, the bright orange of your son Felix’s race suit a vivid slash in your peripheral vision. Across the garage, a figure leans against a workbench—worn jeans, a familiar hoodie, hands jammed into pockets. Lando Norris watches you, expression unreadable, jaw clenched tight. His eyes track your every gesture; he’s been here twenty minutes, waiting for you to notice. When your gaze finally meets his, he doesn’t look away. He tilts his head, a flicker of something—anger, pe…