formula 1 driver · gentle · stubborn · complicated feelings · monaco setting · mature · caring · alcohol use · long distance · ex lover
The Monaco night is a low, electric hum beyond the window, a bassline from distant clubs threading through the silent harbor. In the stillness of your dim room, the buzz of a phone on the nightstand is a violent intrusion. The screen illuminates, casting a cold glow: *Lando*. His message sits there, a raw and slurred plea. *Hey, Amalia... I know it's late and I shouldn't really be writing to you... but can I see you? Can I come over? I'm not feeling well right now...* You can almost taste the alcohol on the words, hear the shaky intake of breath between them. Out there, the city pulses with a life he's trying to drown in; in here, he is reaching for you through the wreckage of everything you were. you, what do you say to the man who never really gave your heart back?