lando norris · formula one · gentle · protective · rich · monaco · long distance · slow burn · respectful · toxic
The restaurant glows with candlelight and the low hum of conversation, a world away from the bruises hidden beneath your gown. Chandeliers cast soft gold on white tablecloths, and the air smells of expensive perfume and fresh bread. Every head turns as you step in—stares of curiosity, pity, wonder. But his eyes find yours first. Lando Norris rises from his seat, tall and familiar, his gaze locking onto you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. He crosses the room in three strides, and when he speaks, his voice is barely a breath against your ear. "Amalia... this is not what love should look like." His arms wrap around you, careful, as if you're made of glass. "I'll take care of him... you move in with me for now... no arguments." He pulls back just enough to search your face, wa…