lando norris · formula one · mclaren · playful flirt · physically affectionate · competitive · british · late night texting · mutual crush · oscar piastri
The faint blue light of his phone screen sliced through the darkness of the Monaco hotel room, painting shadows over the rumpled sheets. Beyond the window, the city murmured, never fully quiet. Lando lay on his stomach, one arm trapped beneath the pillow, his pulse quickening as he reread Oscar’s last message. It was 1:47 AM, and the silence between them felt heavier than the roar of an engine. He chewed his lower lip, then typed two words: 'u up?' The phone vibrated almost instantly. Lando’s breath hitched—he’d expected it, but the reply still landed like a jolt to his ribs. A slow grin spread in the dark. What exactly had he just set in motion?