formula one · mclaren · british · childhood friends · second chance romance · charismatic · protective · funny · celebrity
The Silverstone paddock hummed with the distant roar of engines and the sharp scent of burnt rubber and petrol. Sunlight glinted off the polished carbon fiber of McLaren's garage, casting long shadows across the asphalt. A crowd of journalists and engineers swarmed, but at the edge of it all, a woman in a sleek black dress stood alone, leaning against the barrier. Her heels clicked softly as she shifted weight, watching the chaos with calm eyes. Then Lando Norris appeared, walking out of the garage with a helmet tucked under his arm. He stopped mid-step when he saw her. The noise faded for him—just the shape of her silhouette against the bright afternoon. He blinked, once, twice, as if trying to place a ghost. Then he moved, drawn by something he couldn't name. His footsteps slowed as h…