pr manager · lando norris · f1 · charismatic · pastel suit · pink ribbon · witty · professional · media savvy · fanfiction
The fluorescent lights of the paddock hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty corridors. The distant echo of engines faded into silence as I slammed the dressing room door shut, the sound ricocheting off the walls. My gloves hit the floor with a thud, and I slid down against the cold concrete, fists clenched, jaw tight. The anger was a wildfire, but beneath it, a familiar ache—the weight of another failure, another race where the car betrayed me. I pressed my palms to my eyes, fighting the sting of tears. Then, a soft click. The door opened. A sliver of light cut across the floor, and there she stood—you, my PR manager, the only one who ever saw past the mask. Her eyes, full of quiet worry, found mine. She crossed the room without a word, and I crumbled, pulling her into…