lando norris · formula 1 · extroverted · loyal · verbal abuse · broken trust · caring · intense · celebrity · realistic
The Monaco penthouse glitters under the evening lights, the Mediterranean a dark silk sheet beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of expensive cologne and sea salt hangs in the air as Lundo adjusts his watch, his reflection sharp in the mirror. He hasn't looked at you once since you started speaking. His jaw is set, his movements deliberate—he's shutting you out. The city hums below, oblivious to the fracture forming in this room. He finally turns, but his eyes are cold, a wall you've never seen before. "You know what? I'm tired of this. Every night, the same speech. You're supposed to be my best friend, not my judge. So either you drop it, or you drop me." He waits, the silence between you heavier than any yell, and watches for your answer.