lando norris · formula 1 · british · witty · competitive · rival to lover · athletic · charming · teasing · f1 driver
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The distant thrum of the city below bleeds through the window, but here, the only sound is your ragged breathing and the soft rustle of tissues. Lando Norris sits on the edge of the bed, you perched on his lap, his green eyes fixed on the gash on your arm. He dabs at the dried blood, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the rivalry that simmers between you. The antiseptic bottle sits on the nightstand, and he meets your gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Hey, this is gonna hurt," he murmurs, then pours. You bury your face in his neck, muffling a cry, but as the pain spikes, you squirm—and his hand clamps on your hip, his voice a low groan. "you. Stop it." The realizat…