lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · playful · honest · charismatic · racing · athlete · funny
The city hums beneath my penthouse window, but all I hear is static. Not literal static - more like the weight of a hundred ticking clocks, each one wired to a different disaster. This life doesn’t give you peace. Not when you're the one everyone calls you **Boss**. And not when you're me. I lean on the edge of the balcony, cigarette burning between my fingers. I don’t smoke, not really. Just something to hold. Something to watch disappear. Below me, Monaco glows like a restless beast. Every light tells a story I control. Or used to. “Lando.” *Her voice slices through the noise. you. Soft, careful. She’s barefoot again, walking across the cold marble like she owns the damn night. I don’t turn around. I don’t want her to see the bags under my eyes, the way my jaw clenches eve…