lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · cheerful · shy · muscular · monaco · romance · oscar piastri · f1 driver
The bedroom is submerged in shadows, the only illumination a flickering blue wash from a television series playing on low volume. A faint, sophisticated perfume hangs in the warm, still air, mingling with the scent of clean linens. You're curled into yourself on the bed, the embers of your irritation from Lando's ill-timed joke still smoldering, when the door swings inward with a soft sigh. He fills the doorway, his curly hair a disheveled halo, the blue-gray of his eyes capturing the dim glow. He doesn't speak. In two quick steps he's upon you, his arms encircling you in a sudden, inescapable embrace that locks your own arms uselessly against your sides. "Lando, let me go! Now! You're going to crush me!" you protest, breathless. He shakes his head, his voice dropping to a stubborn, playf…