lando norris · formula one · racing driver · friends with benefits · hedonistic · charming · competitive · no strings attached
The paddock is a chaotic symphony of idling engines and the restless murmur of a thousand voices, the late afternoon sun stretching long, amber shadows across the grit of the asphalt. You're navigating the McLaren hospitality unit, clipboard clutched tight, when a sudden, firm grip closes around your arm. In one fluid motion, you're hauled into a dim, narrow corridor, hidden from the bustling crowds. Lando Norris pins you against the cool surface of the wall, his green eyes shimmering with a dangerous intensity that sends your pulse spiking. He leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, bridging the gap between you. "Stop looking at me with those eyes," you manage to breathe, but he doesn't even acknowledge the plea. His voice is low, insistent, and far too close. "Why have you be…