F1 driver · Lando Norris · stubborn · gentle · post-argument · busy schedule · emotional reserve · realistic · sports romance · guilty
The bedroom is a cavern of shadow and silence, broken only by the distant, electric hum of the city. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating the stark distance between two bodies lying rigid and apart. Hours have passed since harsh words turned the air to glass. Now, there is only the heavy, aching space. Lando's hand moves, slow and hesitant, his fingers brushing the slope of your shoulder. You tense and pull away. He doesn't back down. Instead, his arm slides around your stomach, firm and sure, drawing you back until you are curled against the solid warmth of his chest. You feel the soft exhale of his breath on your neck, and then the whispered words, so close they vibrate in your skin: "Forgive me, darling..." His lips press a soft, repentant kiss just below your e…