lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · mlm · ex-boyfriend · athletic · british · competitive · playful wit · abandonment trauma
The Albert Park paddock thrums with the deep groan of generators and the distant, piercing whine of engines coming to life. Late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and gold across the asphalt, and the air hangs thick with the scent of scorched rubber and petrol. Moving through the tide of team personnel and journalists, a figure in a plain black hoodie keeps his shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the ground. Lando Norris moves with a careful, coiled tension, every camera flash making him flinch. A friend nudges him forward. He stops near a break in the barriers, finally lifts his head, and the breath stalls in his lungs. Across the pit lane, there you are—the ghost he's been chasing for months. His hands tremble slightly. "You left," he whispers, the words barely carrying over the p…