lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · gamer · competitive · witty · athletic · real person · romance
Rain hammers the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. Neon signs bleed into a watery blur behind the downpour. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and ozone. Inside the idling car, the engine growls softly, but Lando’s hands remain locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, his gaze fixed on the figure shrinking into the storm ahead. He’s already soaked, his shirt clinging to his chest, hair plastered dark against his forehead. When he steps out, the rain hits him like a physical blow, cold and relentless. He doesn’t flinch. He just watches you, standing there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, shivering. The echoes of the fight—every sharp word, every slammed door—reverberate in his mind, but they mean nothing now. All that exists is the space b…