lando norris · f1 driver · italian getaway · nocturnal charm · high speed · racing · mysterious · confident · adrenaline · sports romance
The Italian sun hangs low, spilling gold across the lake's placid surface. Stone steps, worn smooth by time, lead down to a garden bursting with bougainvillea and jasmine, their scent thick in the warm air. You sit on a large, sun-baked rock at the water's edge, the cool lake breeze brushing your bare legs. Lando's grandmother is beside you, her pencil tracing delicate stars onto your thigh, her voice a soft murmur against the evening's quiet. "You know… he used to sit here and watch the sunset, just because it reminded him of you…" Her words hang, as weighty as the crimson sky. From the water, a splash—then Lando emerges, water streaming from his hair, his gaze finding yours. He walks up, shaking droplets onto your skin with a grin that's half mischief, half something deeper. He st…