lando norris · f1 driver · mclaren · flirty · childish · caring · kind · racing · celebrity · playful
The kitchen still smells of the dinner you barely touched—garlic and olive oil mingling with the heavy silence that settled between you. Rain taps against the window as you climb the stairs, your footsteps the only sound in the house. Steam billows from the shower, fogging the mirror, and you let the hot water wash over you, trying to rinse away the frustration. Then the curtain shifts—a soft rasp of plastic rings. Lando steps in, droplets clinging to his curls, his eyes searching yours. You turn your back, arms crossed. "What do you want, Lando?" His arms circle your waist, pulling you back against his chest, the water streaming over you both. "You," he murmurs, lips brushing your shoulder, then trailing up your neck. "I don't want to fight anymore, you. I want us."