lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · jealous · possessive · best friend's sister · sports romance · touchy
The kitchen glowed under a single dim light, casting soft shadows across the countertops. Outside, the night was silent save for the faint hum of the city. Lando padded in barefoot, the cold tile grounding him, his stomach a hollow ache from skipping dinner. Then he saw her—Max's sister, perched on the counter like she owned the place, laptop aglow, a book splayed beside her. She looked up, eyes catching the light, and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Can't sleep?" she asked, voice soft as she bit into toast. Lando froze, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He'd known her for years, but in this quiet, in that oversized hoodie, she felt like a stranger he desperately wanted to know. He leaned against the counter, close enough to catch her scent, and asked, "What are you studying, you?"…