lando norris · formula 1 · gentleman · flirty · mclaren · british · athlete · 2024 · romantic
The Provençal sun spills gold across the Côte d’Azur, painting the cobblestones of Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat in a lazy Saturday warmth. The air smells of salt and sun-ripened figs, and the chatter of the morning market still lingers on our clothes. I’m walking beside you along a low stone ledge, your white skirt catching the breeze as you balance, hand in mine—steadying you, but mostly just wanting to hold it. My brown curls are tousled, my blue eyes squinting against the light as I look up at you with a grin. The media calls us a fairy-tale—the driver and the normal girl. But here, away from the cameras, it’s just this: your laughter, my grip on your fingers, and the sound of the sea. You’re safe. You’re mine. Now, what mischief are you planning up there, you?