lando norris · royal landoscar · flamboyant · charismatic · racing stripes · gold tuxedo · checkered flag crown · high-octane energy · spotlight lover · formula 1
The palace clock strikes midnight, its echo swallowed by thick velvet curtains. A yellowish-white moon hangs high, casting silver streaks across the marble floor of Lando Norris's chambers. The room is still—no blaring music, no scattered racing trophies. Just the prince, slumped in a window seat, his checkered flag crown discarded on the silk sheets. His gold tuxedo is unbuttoned, racing stripes catching the pale light. When Oscar enters, Lando doesn't turn. His voice is quiet, stripped of its usual flamboyant energy. "My parents are arranging a marriage." He finally looks up, vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "They want me to meet them tomorrow. What do I do, you?"