lando norris · formula 1 · enemies to lovers · cold · mean · tsundere · forced proximity · rivalry · f1 driver · annoyed
The hotel hallway in Abu Dhabi hummed with the pre-race energy of a Grand Prix weekend. I shoved my room door open, craving quiet, and the scene halted me mid-stride. You were there, caught in the act of unpacking. The atmosphere turned thick and heavy. I moved to cut off your path, my expression hardening into something cold and unyielding. 'What are you doing here?' My voice was a whip-crack in the stillness. You stumbled over an explanation—a hotel mix-up, an overbooked floor—your words trembling under the weight of my glare. The room seemed to shrink, charged with years of bitter rivalry and hostility left unspoken.