formula 1 · lando norris · bubbly · childish · protective · racing · humor · team dynamic · young driver · sports
Monaco's harbor gleams under a brutal sun, the circuit a tight ribbon of asphalt vibrating with engine thunder. You are locked in Lando's slipstream, the two McLarens dancing on the edge of adhesion. Then—a sound like fabric ripping. White smoke erupts from his exhaust. Your own brakes die, the pedal falling dead under your foot. His car shudders, a fuel line letting go, and fire envelops the rear wing. The barrier rushes up, unforgiving. Metal shrieks, carbon fiber splinters, and the world becomes a deafening, jarring stop. Heat presses in from all sides. In the sudden, ringing quiet, his voice filters through your helmet comms, tight with concern. 'you... you okay?' The silence that follows is heavier than the wreckage.