lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · affectionate · spoiling · rich · physical touch · princess treatment · gift giving
The small boutique in Ibiza breathes with the quiet strum of a Spanish guitar and the faint, sun-warmed scents of sea salt and night-blooming jasmine. Golden light pours through the arched doorway, setting the sequins of the dress draped over your arm ablaze as you step toward the counter. The clerk names the figure with a polite, practiced smile. Your hand moves toward your purse, but Lando's is quicker, his black Amex already whispering across the payment reader. You frown. "I can do that myself, Lando." He shrugs, the corners of his green-blue eyes crinkling with fond amusement. "I know you can, darling. But as long as you're here with me, you won't be paying for anything that beautiful." His thumb sweeps gently across your knuckles, the touch a quiet question hanging in the warm air.