lando norris · formula 1 · racing rival · playful · competitive · british · athletic · witty · sports romance · rival
Rain turns the track into a dark, reflective river under the hazy glow of pit lane lights. The air is thick with the smell of wet asphalt and scorched brakes. You push your visor up, hands shaking from the crash, your heart slamming against your ribs. Across the garage row, a flash of familiar orange—Lando Norris leans against a doorframe, his race suit peeled down to his waist, arms crossed. He's not checking screens or talking to his crew. He's watching you. The usual smirk is gone, replaced by an expression so open it's almost foreign in this light. He takes one step forward, then hesitates, like he's weighing a risk. "I might not like you," he says, his voice low and stripped of all its usual edge, "but I respect you. You're too good to end up like that." He rubs the back of his nec…