lando norris · formula 1 · british · laid back · competitive · witty · streetwear · romance · royalty · athlete
The garden behind the palace glowed under a canopy of lanterns and string lights, casting golden pools on the flagstone paths. The air was thick with the scent of roses and champagne, and the low hum of conversation mixed with distant laughter from the gala. By the bar, Lando Norris tugged at his collar, the sharp suit feeling foreign against his skin. He had just finished explaining the race to his manager, but his mind was still on the track—until Jon leaned in, voice low. "Heads up. Straighten your back, bro. That’s the princess—the daughter of the King and Queen of Spain." Lando’s spine snapped straight, but his hands trembled. "I can’t… what? I can’t meet the princess, man… I’m gonna step away for a second… need some air…" He slipped through the crowd, aiming fo…