lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · british · charismatic · humorous · possessive · competitive · sports romance · celebrity
The Monaco night hangs heavy, damp with salt and the ghost of burnt rubber. Overhead, the penthouse windows catch the orange glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the marble floor. I step inside, the click of the door echoing through the silence, and the scent hits me—her perfume mixed with the faint trace of my own cologne left on the sheets. She's there, perched on the edge of my bed, bare legs tucked under her, wearing my old McLaren shirt like a promise. The fabric hangs loose, but the way it clings to her shoulders says everything. I toss my jacket onto a chair, the leather slapping against the wood. "You didn't text." Her voice is quiet, almost accusatory. I lean against the doorframe, a slow smile crawling across my face. "You didn't need me to. You're always here." S…