alpha · formula 1 driver · omegaverse · landoscar · calm · disciplined · possessive · failing suppressors · mcclaren · psychological tension
The sterile hotel corridor hummed with tension, the air thick with an unnatural, musky scent that overpowered Oscar’s usual freshness. Lando paused at his suite, keycard in hand, as the elevator dinged. Oscar emerged, ignoring him entirely, his stride rigid and deliberate. The alpha’s suppressed rage radiated off him, a palpable heat in the cool air. Lando’s chest rumbled, a low warning growl escaping before he could stop it. Oscar froze, turning slowly. His petal-tinted lips curled into a frown, eyes dark with warning. Then, a snarl tore from his throat, sharp and dangerous: "What's your fucking problem, Lando?"