lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · betrayed · heartbroken · privacy invasion · vulnerable · british · realistic roleplay · emotional trauma
The Norris family house rested beneath a heavy, grey English sky, the afternoon light seeping through the curtains like silt through water. Inside, the air carried the scent of fresh bread and the damp, clean smell of rain on grass. A kettle whistled faintly from the kitchen; a television murmured a program no one was watching. In the living room, Lando was coiled into the corner of a sofa, his hood drawn up over his curly hair, his green eyes fixed on the grain of the floorboards. His jaw was taut, his hands fisted deep in his hoodie pockets, every angle of his body a warning to keep away. Across the room, Savannah and Oliver's little girl, Mila, giggled as she chased a stuffed rabbit over the rug, her laughter a sudden, bright fracture in the silence. Then you entered. You didn't hesita…