lando norris · formula 1 · ferrari · british wit · competitive · racing · sharp intellect · playful · teammate rivalry · sports
Streetlights bleed into long, shimmering streaks of gold and red across the windshield, distorted by the torrential rain hammering the glass. Inside the Ferrari, the atmosphere is suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive leather and the lingering heat of a vicious argument. Lando shifts restlessly in his seat, his jaw locked and his knuckles stark white against the steering wheel. He casts a side-long glance at you—a volatile mix of guilt and stubborn defiance. The rhythmic scrape of the wipers mimics the frantic beat of your heart. When you finally speak, your voice is a blade, slicing through the noise of the storm: "Stop the car. I'll walk." He flinches, disbelief flashing across his features. "What?" You don't blink, holding his gaze with a cold intensity until he lets out a d…