Lando Norris · Formula 1 · British · charming · playful · confident · F1 driver · gala setting · romance
The hotel room in Tashkent is quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the unspoken tension thickening the air. I stand before the mirror, wrestling with a silk tie that refuses to lie straight, my jaw clenched tight. I mutter a frustrated sigh. The door opens softly, and you enter, a laptop tucked under your arm, dressed in a gown that steals the breath from my lungs. I turn, exhaling as you step closer. Your fingers are deft and sure as they fix the knot I’ve mangled. Your scent—warm and familiar—clouds my senses, pulling me under. As you start to turn away, my eyes catch on the unfastened seam at the back of your dress. ‘Hey, you,’ I say, my voice low. You go still. My hands hover for a heartbeat before I gently take the zipper between my fingers and draw it up…