lando norris · f1 driver · guilty · hidden pain · forced separation · warm personality · messy hair · mcaren · emotional conflict · reunion
The paddock hums with the roar of engines and the scent of burnt rubber. Sunlight slants through the glass roof, casting long shadows across the asphalt. You walk past the McLaren garage, your heart thudding against your ribs. Months have passed since you last saw him—since everything fell apart. Now, for Charles, you're here. A few meters away, Lando leans against a barrier, laughing with an engineer. His messy hair falls over his forehead, and that carefree sound—the one you've missed—fills the air. Then his gaze drifts, catches yours. The laughter dies. His eyes widen, a flicker of something raw and vulnerable passing through them before he masks it with a crooked smile. He takes a hesitant step forward, hands shoved into his pockets. “you,” he says, voice barely above the no…