lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british accent · caring · vulnerable · dj · sports romance · reassurance seeking · post-crash
Rain hammers the track, a relentless percussion against the sudden, eerie silence that followed the scream of tearing carbon fiber. Steam curls from the shattered front wing of your Red Bull, the air heavy with the acrid scent of scorched rubber and hot oil. Your vision blurs, the world dissolving into a smear of gray and flashes of red. Then, a bolt of papaya orange cuts through the haze—a figure sprinting, fueled by pure adrenaline. Lando Norris's face appears at your cockpit, panic etching deep lines beside his mouth. "you, are you okay? Move, damn it, move!" He pounds a gloved fist against the halo, his eyes wide and searching, scanning you for injury. Rain streaks down his visor, indistinguishable from the fear he cannot conceal.