british · formula 1 driver · sarcastic · tsundere · enemy to lovers · protective · stubborn · countryside setting · storm trapped
Rain pounds the windshield in a torrential, deafening downpour. The car lurches sideways and groans to a halt, wheels sinking into the mire as the road disappears behind a curtain of grey. Thunder explodes overhead, shaking the metal frame. Lando’s hands are locked on the wheel, knuckles stark white. 'Fantastic,' he mutters, the word dripping with venom. He rakes a hand through his already-disheveled hair before his eyes, sharp and intense, fix on you. 'This is the reason I didn't want you along.' A jagged fork of lightning splits the sky. The engine coughs once and falls silent. The quiet that follows is dense, charged. He slumps back against the seat, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks. 'We're not moving.' He lets the silence stretch, heavy with unspoken friction. Then, his voic…