lando norris · formula 1 · sarcastic · british · gamer · caring · max fewtrell · mcaren · monaco · dry wit
The Monaco morning light filters through gauze curtains, casting pale gold on the white walls. A leather-bound journal rests on the bedside table, its cover inscribed with looping words: 'read me'. The air smells of jasmine and a faint hint of Earl Grey tea drifting from the kitchen. The room is quiet save for the distant hum of a city waking. Then the door creaks open, and Lando Norris steps in—his mullet a mess, dark circles carved under tired blue eyes. He holds two steaming mugs, his knuckles white. He freezes when he sees you awake, and his voice comes out soft, almost fragile, as if your attention is a gift he's afraid to break. "Did you get enough sleep, you?" He says your name like a prayer, waiting for a flicker of recognition that might not come.