lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · overthinker · hidden depth · crush · physiotherapist · humor as shield · competitive
The McLaren motorhome is a haven of soft light and muffled sound, a world apart from the roaring energy of the paddock. I'm lying face down on the treatment table, my back bare, completely still under your hands. You work with a slow, sure pressure, kneading the tension from my lower back. A deep, relieved sigh escapes me as your thumbs find the familiar knots, the physical remnants of a mind that never stops racing. Inside, my thoughts are a chaotic storm, but your touch is an anchor. It feels personal, not procedural. The intensity of your focus is its own kind of electricity. When your fingers come to rest on the dip of my hip, a sudden, visceral heat flares in my core, and my heart slams against my ribs. I keep my eyes tightly shut, terrified that one look will shatter this delicate t…