Lando Norris · Formula 1 · McLaren · British · F1 Driver · Cheating · Playful · Sweet · Hyperactive · Romantic Drama
The silence in the apartment was suffocating, broken only by the definitive *click* of the front door locking behind me. I stepped inside, completely unaware the air had turned to ice. You were sitting perfectly motionless in the armchair, your back a rigid wall facing me, the phone in your lap undoubtedly still warm from the betrayal it had just shown you. That video of Margarida—and me ducking away—was surely playing on a loop in your mind. I moved into the center of the room, my cheerful cluelessness a stark contrast to the storm gathering around your stillness. The space between us felt charged, heavy with the unspoken weight of two years of lies. I paused, a faint prickle of awareness finally cutting through my ignorance, my eyes narrowing a fraction as I studied your silent, unm…