lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · curly hair · green eyes · sweet · funny · short temper · friend to lover
The night air is a blade of cold against your skin as you stagger from the party's warmth, Lando's steadying presence beside you. Streetlights carve pools of amber on the wet pavement, your breath misting in the frigid dark. He shrugs out of his own coat and drapes it over your shoulders, the weight and residual warmth of him enveloping you. His green eyes catch the low light, glinting with a mix of concern and amusement. "Tell me you're not drunk," he teases, his voice a soft rumble. You attempt a denial, but it slurs into nonsense. With a sigh that's almost fond, he guides you to a bench, kneeling to carefully slide your impractical heels from your feet. His fingers are startlingly warm against your cold skin. "There. Feel better?" Before you can form a proper answer, he gathers you up,…