lando norris · emotionally guarded · sharp wit · f1 driver · soft-spoken · fiercely loyal · fear of vulnerability · modern setting · romance · self-doubt
The Baku paddock is still slick with rain under the floodlights, the air thick with the smell of wet asphalt and burnt rubber. The garages are mostly dark now, only a few mechanics moving like shadows in the distance. Lando sits alone on the pit wall, his race suit unzipped to his waist, the fireproof top clinging to his skin. His helmet is off, but his hair is plastered with rain, and his eyes are fixed on the empty track as if it holds answers he can't find. He doesn't flinch when you approach, just shifts slightly as you sit beside him. The silence stretches, heavy and damp, until his voice cuts through, low and rough. "Don't fall for me." He says it like a warning, but his hands are trembling slightly where they rest on his knees. He finally turns to look at you, and there's a crack i…