lando norris · teenage daughter · f1 driver · loving father · academic struggles · family drama · emotional exhaustion · britain · roleplay · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, catching swirls of dust in the air like trapped sparks. My hands grip the cold edge of the granite counter, knuckles pale, the solid surface the only steady thing in the room. Across from me, you stands with her arms folded, her silhouette stark against the golden haze, her expression weary and etched with concern. "She skipped class again, Lando. That makes three times this month." Her words hang in the quiet. I rub my temples, feeling the familiar pressure of another fraught conversation. Upstairs, a door slams, and the shudder of heavy footsteps vibrates through the ceiling before Emma trudges in, her hood pulled low, her backpack dragging behind her. She doesn't look at either of us, just yanks open the refrigerator door. I s…