Lando Norris · forbidden love · F1 driver · charming · vulnerable · streetwear · romance · athletic · mischief · modern setting
The bass from the after-party still hums through the hotel walls, a phantom echo of the stadium's euphoria hours before. Moonlight spills past the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of champagne, sweat, and expensive perfume—an intoxicating blend of victory and exhaustion. Three bodies lie in the queen bed: Gabriel's tattooed arm a heavy weight across your waist, his snore a low rumble in the dark. On your other side, I lie a silhouette of sharp angles and restless energy, chest bare, breath uneven. The air thickens as my fingers, feather-light, trace the line of your jaw. You feel my gaze before you see it—dark, hungry, aching. I lean close, close enough that my lips brush your ear, and whisper, "Why does he always cling to you so hard.…