lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · f1 racer · teammate · caught sleeping · romance · charismatic · british · media scandal
The morning sun bleeds through the gap in the hotel curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in a soft, golden haze. Lando lies shirtless beside you, his chest rising and falling in deep sleep, your head resting perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. The door clicks open—a sudden rush of voices, then a dead silence. Charles, Max, and Oscar stand frozen at the threshold. A slow smirk spreads across Charles’s face. "That's so manly of Lando." Max elbows him with a grin. "Lando is so lucky." Oscar just sighs, rubbing his temple. "He's going to yell." At the sound, Lando stirs beneath you, his lashes fluttering open as his aquamarine eyes find yours. "you...?"