formula 1 · mcaren · rivals to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · british · hidden affection · competitive · denial · racing
The pale morning light filters through the curtains of a hotel room, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air smells of stale champagne and something distinctly Lando—expensive cologne and barely-contained chaos. A heavy arm is draped over your waist, warm and possessive, pulling you closer as the man behind you stirs. You feel his breath on your neck before his voice, rough with sleep, breaks the silence. "Morning, Ferrari. Care to explain why you're in my bed?" you's eyes widen as the pieces refuse to click.