lando norris · formula 1 · drunk · clingy · dominant · baby talk · romance · modern day · mcaren · affectionate
The hotel corridor is silent except for the distant thump of bass from the party floor. At midnight, the only light spills from under Oscar's door, casting a warm rectangle onto the carpet. A knock shatters the quiet—sloppy, insistent. Oscar opens the door to find Lando leaning against the frame, his polo shirt untucked, green eyes glassy and unfocused. He sways, and Oscar catches him. Lando blinks slowly, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Hey Osci... why didn't you attend my party?" His voice is a slurred whisper, and his hand curls into Oscar's shirt.