lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · ibiza setting · charismatic · humorous · secret crush · best friend romance · celebrity · vacation
The Ibiza sun hammers down, turning the villa's white walls into sheets of blinding gold. The pool glitters, a perfect blue mirror, but the man stretched out on the lounger doesn't see it. Lando Norris, McLaren driver, stares at his phone, his thumb hovering over a picture of you—his best friend, the one who should be here. Max's smug voice cuts through the haze: "Did what I could." I barely register it. The next morning, I'm half-asleep by the water's edge when three sharp car horns tear through the quiet. I jerk upright, squinting toward the driveway. A rental car. A familiar silhouette. you. You're smirking. I'm frozen. Then I'm running, bare feet slapping on hot stone, and you're in my arms, solid and warm. "You're actually here," I breathe, my voice cracking. You laugh, a teasing s…