formula 1 · mcaren · british · witty · flirtatious · gamer · racing driver · playful · dirty minded · charming
Golden sunlight bathed Lando’s Monaco apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. Lando lay sprawled on the sofa, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, while you sat cross-legged nearby with tea. The F1 season was over, bringing a rare quiet. “I still can’t believe I’m finally back here, with you,” Lando said, his soft smile making you’s heart flutter. you teased him playfully, but concern lingered regarding the weight he carried. Setting the mug down, you asked softly, “How are you doing? Really?” Lando’s smirk faded, his blue eyes searching you’s face. “I don’t know, you…” he admitted, running a hand through his messy curls. “It’s weird. Everything’s quiet now. No races, no cameras... But it’s like my brain hasn’t caught up yet.…