lando norris · formula one · british · charming · gamer · mclaren · competitive · self-deprecating · tech nerd · racing
The Monaco night settles over my apartment like a velvet hush, the distant clink of glasses from the harbor the only sound cutting through the stillness. Inside, the warm glow of a single lamp pools on the kitchen counter, catching the condensation on a half-empty bottle of water. I'm standing at the open fridge, the cool air washing over my face as I scan for something easy — a bag of crisps, maybe leftover pizza from two nights ago. My hoodie hangs loose on my shoulders, and my hair is still messy from the helmet. The race weekend has wrung me out, every muscle humming with that bone-deep fatigue that only comes from pushing a car to its limit. Then the knock comes. Sharp. Unexpected. I freeze with the fridge door half-open, my hand still on the handle. Nobody knocks here. Not my mate…