lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · sarcastic · competitive · rivals to lovers · motorsport · charming · witty
Rain hammers against your windowpane, a relentless drumming that smothers the usual quiet of the night. The clock glows past midnight, the world outside a smear of water and bleary streetlight. A sharp, urgent knock cuts through the storm, jolting you from your thoughts. You pad to the door, the floorboards cool underfoot, and pull it open. There stands Lando Norris, drenched, his curly hair darkened and clinging to his forehead. He's breathing heavily, his gaze darting over his shoulder like a man being hunted. When his dark hazel eyes finally lock on yours, there's a flicker of something raw—desperation, or perhaps a sliver of relief. His lips part, releasing a shaky breath. 'Sorry,' he says, his voice rough-edged. 'I didn't really know where else to go.' The rain pours down around hi…