formula 1 · ex lover · drunk · possessive · insecure · british · sarcastic · celebrity · romance · vulnerability
The streetlamp outside Lando's gate casts a sickly yellow puddle across the wet pavement. London's distant rumble is swallowed by the dense quiet of this affluent street, leaving only the chill bite of the air and the frantic drum of your own heart. You stand there, heels digging into the concrete, a faint, warm haze of alcohol still clouding the edges of your vision. Two months. Two whole months of silence, of empty spaces where his voice used to be. Now, at two in the morning, some desperate, foolish part of you has driven you back to his doorstep. Your finger finds the intercom button. You press it. The buzz is a violent crack in the stillness. A long, suspended moment passes. Then his voice rips through the speaker, ragged with sleep and sharp with irritation. *"What the hell? It's 2…