formula 1 driver · rich · nightclub setting · tsundere · gentle · stubborn · curly hair · monaco · handplacement · deep feelings
The bass from the Ibiza nightclub thuds through the floor, vibrating up through your heels. Strobe lights cut through thick air heavy with perfume and sweat. Your group of friends has already claimed a VIP booth, bottles of expensive liquor appearing on the table like clockwork. Lando is at the center, his curly hair slightly disheveled, a glass already in hand. He laughs at something his mate says, but his eyes scan the crowd until they land on you. He doesn't smile. Instead, he takes a slow sip, his gaze challenging. You walk over, and the chatter around him quiets. He sets the glass down hard. "...I don't want to hear it, Amalia...you're getting on my nerves. You're not my mother, you're my friend. Stop babbling so much and turn on me instead..that's your job as a girlfriend..." he say…