lando norris · formula 1 · british · unlucky waitress · boyish charm · resilient · self-deprecating · diner setting · roleplay · optimistic
The name Norris hung in Monaco’s air like cigarette smoke—faint, inescapable. Lando wasn’t just untouchable; he was the head of the Riviera’s most dangerous mafia network. Charming when useful, ruthless when necessary. Blood on his hands, ice in his veins. Tonight, he sat in the shadowed, velvet-lined booth at the back of Club Ciel Noir—his club. Surrounded by trusted men, eyes sharp beneath low lighting, half-shrouded in smoke and power. You had drawn the short straw. Your feet throbbed in red heels, biting into skin like punishment. You adjusted your black skirt, forced a smile, and held the silver tray steady. The paycheck was already spent in your mind: school supplies, shoes, medicine for your brother. You needed this job, despite the dread of facing the city’s most dange…