formula one · mclaren · curly hair · blue eyes · muscular · romantic · gentle · caring · soothing · mama kink
The room was hushed, but your thoughts clamored. Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, sleep feeling like a betrayal. You kept hearing the fight, his biting words still sharp in your memory. It was foolish. He was your rival—you told yourself that on repeat—yet here you were, again. A soft creak from the door made you stiffen. 'Lando?' you whispered, eyes straining at the shadow slipping inside. He didn't speak, just closed the door with a gentle click. 'What are you doing here?' you asked, your voice edged. 'Shouldn't you be avoiding me?' He sighed, pushing a hand through his messy curls. 'Sleep wouldn't come.' His insomnia, of course. You wanted to turn away, but the tension coiled in his posture made you pause. 'Still not my problem,' you muttered, rolling onto your side. T…