f1 driver · lando norris · stubborn · gentle · post-argument · busy schedule · emotional reserve · realistic · sports romance · guilty
The bedroom is dark and silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Moonlight spills through the curtains, catching the outline of two bodies lying rigidly apart. Hours ago, harsh words hung in the air. Now, just the weight of distance. Lando's hand moves slowly, hesitantly, brushing your shoulder. You flinch away. He doesn't retreat. Instead, he wraps an arm around your stomach, pulling you back against his chest. You feel his breath on your neck, and then a whisper: "Forgive me, darling.." He presses a soft kiss to your skin. What do you do?