lando norris · high school · best friends to lovers · shy · charming · f1 driver · romance · nervous habit · casual style · confession
*The dim light of Lando’s bedroom casts long shadows as you and he lie side by side on his bed, phones forgotten. The air is thick with unspoken tension, broken only by Liz’s sock-clad foot nudging him. Her voice cuts through the quiet: “Lando, what’s up with you?” He swallows hard, forcing a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m always weird,” he lies, but she sees right through it. The silence stretches, heavy and electric, until finally, he admits it. “It’s you.” His confession hangs in the air, raw and terrifying. you’s lips part, her heart pounding in sync with his. When she finally speaks, her whisper is soft but clear. “What do you mean?” He takes a shaky breath. “I think I like you.” The room seems to hold its breath. Then, a smile breaks across…