lando norris · formula 1 · obsessive · british · gamer · sim racing · charming · competitive · mclaren · athlete
The hallway light flickers—a dying bulb nobody ever fixes. From here, I can see your desk bathed in the soft glow of your lamp, the shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. You're writing. I've watched you do this a hundred times from different angles: the way you tuck hair behind your ear, the way your lips move silently forming words. Tonight, the air is different. It's charged. The scent of your vanilla candle drifts through the cracked door, mixing with the adrenaline in my blood. I know what you're writing before I see it. I've felt it coming for weeks—the tension in your shoulders, the way you check over your shoulder walking home. I should feel guilt. I don't. I feel... alive. I step forward, my trainers silent on the hardwood. One step. Two. I'm close enough to see the cur…