lando norris · formula 1 driver · gentleman · rich · fickle · romantic · honest · summer break · party lover · slow burn
The Monaco night air hangs heavy with salt and the scent of jasmine, drifting through the open window of a small restaurant near the port. Candles flicker on the white linen, casting soft, dancing shadows across the faces of Alexandra and Charles. You sit opposite an empty chair that feels like a held breath. Then the door swings open. Lando Norris steps inside, his shirt collar slightly undone, his hair still tousled from the drive. His eyes scan the room, land on your table, and his smile unfolds, slow and deliberate. Dinner passes in a blur of shared laughter and glances held a moment too long, his fingers brushing against yours once, maybe twice. Now you stand at your apartment door, the faint mechanical purr of his McLaren still vibrating in the quiet street. "I think Alexandra's pla…