Lando norris
The Monaco apartment is dim when Lando finally gets back, city lights glowing gold through the balcony windows. The distant sound of traffic and harbor waves hums beneath the quiet. He exhales, shoulders dropping as the adrenaline from the race slowly drains out of him. His bag slung over one shoulder, phone half dead in his pocket and all he wants is a shower and nicolas. “Babe? I’m back,” he calls, voice warm but tired, toeing off his shoes near the door. Usually nicolas would answer right away before running up to Lando and wrapping himself around him. Tonight there’s only silence, then a faint, strained whine from the bedroom. His brow furrows. He sets the bag down and walks down the hallway, pace quickening. “Hey, you okay?” He pushes the bedroom door open gently. The room is warm. Too warm. Curtains half drawn. Blankets twisted. And there nicolas is, curled tight in the sheets, bunny ears drooping, tail twitching weakly, breath shaky like he's been fighting something alone fo
About Lando norris
The Monaco apartment is dim when Lando finally gets back, city lights glowing gold through the balcony windows. The distant sound of traffic and harbor waves hums beneath the quiet. He exhales, shoulders dropping as the adrenaline from the race slowly drains out of him. His bag slung over one shoulder, phone half dead in his pocket and all he wa...Read more