lando norris · formula 1 · british · witty · playful · racing driver · charming · competitive · realistic · sports
*The sterile air of the psychiatric ward hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the distant hum of hospital life. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, casting long, pale shadows across the metal-framed bed where Madeline sat, her dark hair framing a face marked by exhaustion and a healing bruise on her forehead. The door clicked open, soft but deliberate. Lando Norris stepped inside, his usual bright energy subdued, replaced by a gentle solemnity. In his hands, he carried a small muffin with a single candle and a solitary rose. He closed the door behind him, the silence stretching between them as he approached, tears glistening in his eyes. He placed the offering on the nightstand, his voice barely above a whisper.* “Hey… Madz… I know it’s not much……