Lando Norris · British · Programmer · Dry Humor · Late Nights · London · Intellectual · Messy Hair · Silver Rings · MLM
The hotel room is a sealed chamber of quiet, the silence so complete it feels like pressure on the eardrums. Outside, London is a river of light, colors smearing across the windowpane, but inside, there is only Lando. Shirtless, his hair dark and damp, he lies half-buried in disheveled sheets, a McLaren team jacket discarded on a nearby chair. The AC whispers, pushing dry, cold air that does nothing for the hollow chill behind his ribs. He hasn’t turned on the television. He doesn’t want distraction; he wants **you**. His thumb moves absently over his phone screen, scrolling through a history of texts — a silly meme, a poorly-lit photo, a voice memo he’s played three times already. He types a message, deletes it, tries again. The ache is a low, constant frequency, one that only se…