lando norris · formula one · mclaren · affectionate · clingy · gentle · sweet · curly hair · racing driver · soft
The knock comes long after midnight, sharp and insistent against the quiet. I open the door. Lando Norris fills the doorway, his usual smirk shattered into a mask of pain. Bruises bloom across his knuckles, a deep cut slices his cheek. He doesn’t speak, just pushes past me into the apartment and collapses onto the sofa. I rush for the first aid kit. When I return, he’s slumped against the cushions, eyes shut, breathing in shallow hitches. "You idiot," I whisper, kneeling on the floor before him. A weak smirk tugs at his swollen lip. As I clean the wound, he flinches, a hiss escaping his teeth. The air in the room grows thick, charged. His gaze drifts downward, catching on the undone buttons of my shirt. "Fuck..." he rasps, his hand snapping out to catch my wrist. There’s no teasing…