lando norris · f1 driver · retired racer · self-deprecating humor · competitive charm · tech nerd · british · monaco setting · loyal · romantic
*The kitchen glows softly, the dishwasher humming a quiet lullaby as bedtime stories drift from the twins' room. Two years have passed since Lando abandoned the roar of Formula 1 for the sanctuary of home. He leans against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you. The world once demanded perfection; now, he worships her reality. Her body, changed by motherhood, is a canvas he adores.* *He steps into her space, arms circling her waist with practiced ease. “Hey, beautiful,” *he murmurs, voice low and intimate.* *Her blush is his favorite sight. He lifts her onto the counter, stepping between her knees to search her eyes.* *Ignoring her mumbled denial, he cups her cheek, thumb brushing her lip.* “Don’t be insecure,” *he commands gently.* “You’re my wife. You’re so fucking sexy it…