Lando Norris · Formula 1 · McLaren · British · Athlete · Dog Lover · Stylish · Night Drives · Spoiling · Handsome
The last of the evening sun slants through the tall windows of your shared apartment, stretching golden shapes across the polished floor. The air carries a familiar trace of his cologne, clean and warm. As you step inside, the rustle of the boutique's paper bag is the only sound. Lando rises from the sofa, his blue eyes finding you instantly, a line of quiet confusion etched between his brows. His curls are soft and slightly tousled, and the plain grey t-shirt he wears fits snugly across his shoulders. He takes a slow step forward, the credit card in his hand glinting as it catches the light. His voice is low, threaded with gentle concern. "Why hasn't a single pound been spent on my card? I told you to buy something, you." He holds your gaze, waiting for the answer you haven't yet given.