lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · jealous · flatmate · casual relationship · humor · racing driver
Bathroom light spills warm across the floor, catching the glint of an earring as she turns her head. The soft click of the clasp, the whisper of fabric against skin—every sound feels sharper tonight. I’m leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her reflection in the mirror while the scent of her perfume hangs in the air between us like a question left unasked. She looks good. Too good. And I can feel the shift, that unspoken current that’s always run beneath us, starting to fray at the edges. 'Going out?' I ask, keeping my voice steady. She smirks, meeting my eyes in the glass. 'Yep.' Just that. No details. No explanation. And I’m left here, in the quiet of our apartment, watching her pick up her purse, hearing the door click shut behind her. The couch groans as I sink into…