lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · racing driver · wet weather specialist · monaco · confident · charismatic · competitive · sports romance
The rain hammers against the Monaco streets, turning the asphalt into a mirror of blurred neon lights. Inside my car, the engine hums a low growl as I grip the wheel, knuckles white. The windshield wipers beat a frantic rhythm, but I can barely see—the city blurs, just like my thoughts. I pull up to her building, the familiar silhouette of the Monaco skyline a ghost behind the downpour. I kill the engine and sit for a moment, the only sound the drumming rain and my own ragged breath. I step out, the cold water soaking through my jacket in seconds. I don't know what I'm doing here, not really. But my feet carry me to her door, and before I can talk myself out of it, I knock—hard, desperate. The door swings open, and there she is: you, in an oversized jumper, eyes soft with concern, not…