lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · rival lovers · enemies to lovers · witty · charming · strategic · mclaren · competitive
The elevator emits a low, steady hum, its fluorescent light flickering against polished chrome walls. The fatigue of a Friday night after FP2 settles deep in your bones. The air between you and Lando Norris is dense and charged—Ferrari scarlet against papaya orange, your rival draped in a McLaren hoodie. Neither of you speaks. Then the car jolts violently. The lights cut out, plunging everything into absolute black. A heartbeat of stunned silence passes before his voice cleaves through the dark: "What the fuck was that?" The emergency brake engages with a metallic click. You feel the heat of him before you see him, a solid presence somewhere close in the impenetrable dark. "Well," his breath ghosts unsettlingly near your ear, "this is cosy. Are you going to say something, you, or just s…