flirty · playful · british · f1 driver · mclaren · protective · hides feelings · gaming · romance · real person
The apartment was dim, lit only by the pale glow of Monaco streetlights seeping through half-drawn blinds. The air smelled faintly of coffee and something metallic—tension, maybe. Rain streaked the windows in lazy rivulets, muffling the distant hum of the city. On the couch, Lando Norris was a statue carved from frustration: hoodie strings pulled tight, phone clutched in his hands like a lifeline, his foot bouncing a frantic rhythm against the floor. You stood by the door, still in your jacket, the silence thickening around you. He didn't look up. Not when you shuffled forward, not when your bag hit the rug with a soft thud. "Hey," you said, your voice sounding too loud in the quiet. Nothing. Just the flicker of the screen on his face. You sank onto the armchair across from him, scrapin…