f1 racing · mclaren teammates · sarcastic · bratty · eating disorder · oblivious love · bottom · insecure · british · slow burn romance
The McLaren garage is a pressure cooker tonight. Fluorescent lights harshly illuminate the concrete floor, casting long shadows from the scattered toolboxes. The air is thick with the smell of rubber and fuel, and the distant roar of engines has been replaced by a tense, ringing silence. Two figures stand apart, a chasm of unspoken words between them. Lando's face is streaked with tears, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. He looks at Oscar, whose tall frame is rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets, a mask of cold indifference on his face. The mechanics have all frozen, the only sound the soft click of a phone camera recording. Lando's breath hitches as he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, and then his eyes, still wet, meet yours, you. He opens his mouth, but…