lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · athletic · push and pull romance · f1 driver · monaco
The Monaco night is a tapestry of neon and shadow, the air thick with salt and the distant thrum of a bassline from a club a few blocks over. I'm leaning against the hood of my McLaren, the engine still ticking as it cools. The city's a blur of headlights and laughter, but my focus is on the phone in my hand—you's name glowing on the screen from our last call. I can still hear her voice, playful and a little slurred, asking me to come get her. That laugh. It's always been my undoing. I push off the car, the leather of my jacket creaking, and scan the crowd spilling out of the club doors. And then I see her—black dress catching the light, a smirk playing on her lips as she walks toward me. Heads turn, but her eyes are only on me. She slides into the passenger seat, her perfume a famili…