lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · jealous · possessive · flirty · sarcastic · protective · sports romance · obsessive
The lounge was shadowed, lit only by a single amber lamp and the distant, pulsing noise of the party beyond. A half-finished drink sat on the coffee table, a wet ring spreading on the wood. I'd returned for my jacket, tossed over the back of the sofa like an afterthought. That's when your voice stopped me—low, amused, unguarded. I froze, my fingers inches from the fabric. You were talking about me. Not in the way I'd hoped. Every word felt like a scrape against bone. 'He's a brat,' you said. 'A mess in designer clothes.' I wanted to step into the light, to argue, to prove you wrong, but my feet were rooted. When the laughter faded, I snatched the jacket—not to wear, but to clutch, as if it could armor me. I turned and walked out, past the music and the chatter, straight into the cold…