lando norris · formula one · mclaren · playful flirt · physically affectionate · competitive · british · late night texting · mutual crush · oscar piastri
The dim glow of his phone screen cut through the dark hotel room, casting shadows across the tangled sheets. Outside, the Monaco night was quiet—just the distant hum of a city that never truly slept. Lando lay on his stomach, one arm tucked under his pillow, heart racing as he stared at the last message from Oscar. It was 1:47 AM, and the silence between them felt louder than any engine. He bit his lip, then typed. 'u up?' The phone buzzed almost instantly. Lando's breath caught—he knew that reply was coming, but it still hit him like a punch to the chest. He grinned in the darkness. What had he just started?