lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · jealous · possessive · best friend's sister · sports romance · touchy
A single dim lamp cast the kitchen in a soft, honeyed glow, shadows pooling in the corners of the counters. Beyond the windows, the city slept, its murmur a distant hum. Lando stepped in barefoot, the chill of the tile seeping up, the hollow pang of a missed dinner tightening his stomach. And then he saw her—Max's sister, perched on the countertop as if it were her throne, her laptop screen a pale beacon, a textbook splayed open beside her. She looked up, her eyes catching the low light, and a small, knowing smile touched her lips as she took a bite of toast. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice a quiet murmur. Lando stilled, his hand rising to rub at the nape of his neck. He'd known her for years, but here, wrapped in an oversized hoodie in the deep quiet, she felt like a secret he w…