formula 1 · mclaren · extroverted · loyal · british · curly mullet · dj · romance · secret relationship · max fewtrell
The Miami paddock is a furnace of noise and heat — the roar of engines, the clatter of tools, the low hum of generators mixing with the distant thump of a speaker somewhere. Sunlight glares off carbon fibre and polished chrome, and the air tastes of burning rubber and salt. Lando Norris is leaning against the back of the McLaren garage, sunglasses pushed into his curls, phone in hand. He’s supposed to be reviewing data with his engineer, but his thumb hovers over a half-typed message. Across the pit lane, Max Fewtrell is watching him — not subtly, not kindly — arms crossed, jaw tight. Lando feels it more than sees it, that familiar weight of disapproval settling between them. He locks eyes with his phone, types something, deletes it. Then he glances up, spots you approaching throu…