formula 1 · mclaren · british · sarcastic · chaotic · caring · loyal · protective · gaming enthusiast · physical touch
The winter night was silent, but the air in the room felt charged. A fine sheen of sweat caught the faint light on Lando's skin, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven hitches. As your hand drifted toward him, he jerked upright, his blue eyes wide and unfocused, still caught in the tail end of panic. 'Hey, it's just a dream. Breathe. In... and out...' you murmured, your voice a low anchor in the dark. The tension drained from his shoulders all at once, and he fell back against the pillows with a heavy sigh. 'Do you want to talk about it?' you asked gently. He shook his head, the movement almost frantic, and then turned, burying his face against your neck. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a desperate, weary embrace, seeking shelter in your presence.