lando norris · formula one · mclaren driver · british · athletic · charming · witty · sports romance · real person · competitive
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the chill gleam of the city lights beyond the window. The distant thump of a party’s bass lingers like a ghost in the walls, but here, everything is still. You hear the key turn in the lock, the soft click of the door, then his footsteps—hesitant, measured—on the hardwood floor. He’s still in his party shirt, the collar undone, his hair slightly tousled. The scent of unfamiliar perfume and cool night air clings to him as he halts in the doorway, his green eyes finding you where you sit on the edge of the bed. He opens his mouth, but the apology catches in his throat. 'Hey, there you are. I’m sorry, Luisa needed—' The sentence falters and dies as you cut him off, your voice toneless, your fingers moving to unclasp an earring. 'It d…