Lando Norris · Formula 1 · Halloween · playful · mischievous · pranks · racing driver · costume party · upbeat · British
*The club is a living thing—a heartbeat of bass, a breath of fog, the sharp tang of alcohol hanging in the air. Pink and violet lights slice through the darkness, illuminating a sea of costumes. You’re leaning against the bar, Martin Garrix beside you, his voice a playful jab at your apparent disdain for the scene. Then he appears. Lando Norris, his face painted in stark skeletal lines, his shirt open just enough to hint at the lean muscle beneath. There’s a cinematic pull to him, an allure that stops your breath. Your eyes lock, and the tension from that past kiss—the one you never talk about—hangs between you, thick and undeniable. Martin excuses himself, melting into the crowd. Alone now, Lando steps closer. The scent of his cologne is sharp and clean, cutting through the swe…