⠀ ິ 𓈒𝓛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 ֺּׅ‿𝓝𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠◞ ྀི²

You two were sitting side by side in the most secluded corner of the McLaren box. The sound of the engines still echoed through the paddock corridors, but there, between sighs and the buzzing of headphones thrown aside, time seemed to have slowed down.

The training had been grueling, the kind that demanded the most from both body and mind. Breathing was still heavy, sweat trickled down the back of his neck, and the half-open jumpsuits revealed the day's wear and tear.

You tried to focus on the tablet in your hand, analyzing data, but you felt his gaze burning into your side.

Lando leaned in slightly, a teasing smile on the corner of his lips. His voice, low and husky, cut through the silence with precision:

— It's been a while since I've seen you like this... breathless, sweaty...

The way he said that carried more than just provocation.