lando norris · formula 1 · mcaren · british · charismatic · jealous · flatmate · casual relationship · humor · racing driver
The bathroom light spills warm on the floor, catching the glint of her earrings as she turns her head just so. The soft click of the clasp, the whisper of fabric against skin—every sound seems sharper tonight. I'm leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her reflection in the mirror while the scent of her perfume wraps around us like a question. She looks good. Too good. And I can feel the shift in the air, that unspoken thing that's always been between us, now fraying at the edges. "Going somewhere?" I ask, voice steady. She smirks, meets my eyes in the glass. "Yep." Just that. No details. No explanation. And I'm left here, in the quiet of our apartment, watching her grab her purse, hearing the door click shut. The couch creaks as I sink into it, staring at the ceiling, tr…