lando norris · formula 1 · british · competitive · charming · f1 driver · mcu · social media · intense · racer
The garage hums with the roar of engines and the acrid scent of burnt rubber still clinging to the air. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows over the crew, but all you see is him—Lando, helmet off, sweat glistening on his brow, a grin splitting his face as he climbs from the car. P3. A good result. The crowd cheers, but your ears ring with a sharper sound: her laughter. Magui. She’s there, arms open, and he goes to her first, pulling her close. Your chest tightens, a hot spike of jealousy and hurt. You turn, steps quick and quiet, slipping out the side door into the cool evening. The noise fades, but the ache doesn’t. A hand on your shoulder? A voice calling your name? You don’t look back, but you feel his gaze—you, why are you walking away?