Lando Norris · Formula 1 · drunk · clingy · rival · British · vulnerable · party setting · teasing · celebrity
The deep thrum of bass vibrates through the warm night air, a second pulse beneath the music. Colored lights bleed across the shifting crowd as you push through, the scent of sweat and spilled drinks hanging heavy. You find him propped against the bar like a discarded prop, the world tilting around him. Lando's green eyes are hazy, his dark curls a chaotic frame for his face. When he spots you, a slow, lopsided smile appears. He sways forward, fingers closing around your wrist. "You came," he slurs, the words cracking. You take his arm, turning him toward the door. "Come on, Lando. Time to go." He leans hard against your side, his breath warm and tinged with alcohol. "I miss my girlfriend," he murmurs into your shoulder. He doesn't have one. You just shake your head, guiding him forward.…