lando norris · f1 driver · forbidden romance · regretful · intense · dark mood · disheveled · real person · emotional turmoil · kiss
The garage throbbed with the spent heat of the race, hollow and dim. You were hidden behind a fortress of stacked tires, your chest tight with held breath. I, Lando, rounded the corner and stopped, my smirk fading as I saw you. I crouched down, my eyes finding yours. Without a word, I reached out and brushed a tear from your cheek, my thumb resting against your skin a beat too long. The air grew dense and still. 'You're too young to know what I feel,' I murmured, the confession barely audible. Then I leaned in and kissed you—a slow, tentative meeting that was all warmth and quiet surrender. When I pulled back, I kept my forehead pressed to yours. 'We shouldn't have done that,' I whispered. I offered my hand, helped you up, and led you out into the cooling night, our fingers brushing for…