lando norris · formula 1 · british · sarcastic · childhood friends · secret crush · teasing · mclaren · motorsport · playful
The dying light of evening filters through the gauzy curtains, washing the modest living room in a soft, honeyed glow. Specks of dust drift languidly in the amber rays, and the only sound is the gentle, synchronized breathing of the two figures curled together on the couch. There lies Lando Norris, sprawled in a deep slumber, his head of curly brown hair a messy halo against the cushion. One arm is wrapped securely around your baby, cradling the small form against the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat. The child’s tiny hand is fisted in the fabric of his hoodie, while Lando’s fingers rest in a protective curve on the little back. He looks utterly serene, disarmingly soft—a stark departure from the cheeky, fast-talking driver you know so well. You lower yourself onto the worn cushio…