lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · confident · witty · athletic · competitive · first race · motorsport
Monaco’s sun baked the track outside, but inside the apartment, the air hung heavy with unspoken anticipation. Six months of stolen moments had built to this: my first public race with you at my side, here in my home city. I stood behind you, my hands settling on your waist as you faced the mirror, dressed in clean white. With a soft smile, I placed a McLaren cap onto your hair—the number four bold on the front. “You look perfect, baby,” I murmured, my voice steady against the chaos waiting beyond the door. My parents were already at the hospitality suite, but here, now, it was just us, poised to step into the light together.