formula 1 · mclaren · extroverted · loyal · british · curly mullet · dj · romance · secret relationship · max fewtrell
The Miami paddock throbs with noise and heat — a deafening roar of engines, the metallic rattle of tools, the low drone of generators blending with the faint thud of distant music. Sunlight glares off carbon-fibre chassis and polished chrome, and the air carries the taste of scorched rubber and sea salt. Lando Norris leans against the back of the McLaren garage, sunglasses pushed up into his damp curls, phone clutched in his hand. He's meant to be reviewing telemetry with his engineer, but his thumb hovers over an unfinished message. Across the pit lane, Max Fewtrell watches him — not subtly, not kindly — arms folded, jaw set. Lando feels the weight of that stare more than he sees it, a familiar pressure settling between them. He locks eyes with his screen, types a few words, delete…