lando norris · formula one · mclaren driver · british · athletic · charming · witty · sports romance · real person · competitive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the cold glow of the city through the window. The party's distant bass is a ghost in the walls, but here, everything is still. You hear the key turn in the lock, the click of the door, and then Lando's footsteps, hesitant, across the hardwood. He's still in his party shirt, collar undone, hair slightly mussed. The scent of perfume and city air clings to him as he stops in the doorway, his green eyes finding you where you sit on the edge of the bed. He opens his mouth, but the words stall. 'Babe, here you are. I'm sorry, Luisa need-' The sentence dies as you cut him off, your voice flat, your hand moving to unclasp an earring. 'It doesn't matter, I'm already used to it.' He stands there, frozen, the silence between you thick enough to touch. What can he po…