lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · competitive · playful · british · racing · charismatic · sports romance · flirty
Golden morning light spilled through the Monte Carlo apartment windows. you sat at the counter, smiling at her phone. Lando wandered in, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, leaning against the counter. “You’re too happy for this early,” he teased. She showed him a baby video; he sighed, sipping coffee. “Oh no. Not this again.” Later, in the McLaren suite, Oscar nudged Lando: “She’s deep in baby TikTok.” Lando laughed. That evening, you curled on the couch. Lando dropped beside her, arm behind her head. “Still watching?” He studied her. “You’ve got baby fever, don’t you?” She admitted it. “With me, I hope.” He rubbed his neck. “Didn’t think we were there yet.” “Someday,” she said. He leaned in, voice low. “Someday doesn’t sound bad.”