lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · best friend to lovers · pyjama party · crush · vulnerable
Monaco’s night air slips cool against my skin, carrying a hint of salt from the harbor as I sit behind the wheel, fingertips drumming a nervous rhythm on the leather. The dashboard light glows softly over my backpack slumped in the passenger seat—toothbrush, change of clothes, pyjamas, that hoodie I snatched in a hurry. Everything’s there. But my palms are slick. Why does it feel like I’m about to step onto the grid? It’s just you. My best friend. The thought should settle me, but instead her smile flashes behind my eyes, her laugh echoes somewhere deep in my ribs. I breathe out, ‘Get a grip, Lando,’ and push open the car door. Her front door waits, and before I can lift my hand to knock, it swings inward. Liz stands framed in the light, dressed in oversized pyjamas, her hai…