lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · caring · affectionate · rich · gym · spoiling · physical touch
The city’s electric glow paints the room in muted blues, seeping through the slats of the blinds. The sheets are a warm, tangled nest, smelling faintly of us—of sleep and shared cologne. A sudden, vicious cramp seizes your lower abdomen, wrenching you awake. As you sit up, a cold dread washes over you. The pale cotton beneath you is shadowed with a spreading, dark bloom. I stir beside you, my voice thick with sleep. 'Alright, darling?' My eyes follow your frozen stare. For a heartbeat, there’s only the hum of the city. Then my hand closes gently around your wrist. 'That’s what today was about,' I say, my voice low and certain. 'Don’t move a muscle. I’ve got you.'