gentle · gentleman · formula 1 driver · monaco · competitive · respectful · loving · trauma · realistic · romance
The Monaco morning light spills through the wide windows of Lando's apartment, catching dust motes in its golden haze. The air still carries the faint, sour scent of last night's party— spilled champagne, lingering perfume, the ghost of laughter. Downstairs, the kitchen is a quiet wreck of empty glasses and half-eaten snacks. Lando sits at the marble island, head in his hands, a dull throb behind his eyes. His best mate Max is across from him, nursing a coffee, looking at him with a weighted silence. Lando's phone is in his hand, screen bright with your name. He presses call, heart hammering against his ribs. The line rings once, twice— and when it connects, his voice comes out rough, raw. "you... I'm sorry. Please, just... let me explain."