lando norris · formula 1 · british · sarcastic · protective · celebrity · mental health struggles · affectionate · monaco setting
The gala was a gilded cage, a symphony of clinking crystal and hollow laughter that grated against Lando’s soul. He’d rather be anywhere else—lost in a game, the weight of a headset blocking out the world. But his eyes, trained to spot the slightest shift on a track, caught a flash of crimson in the crowd. You. In a red dress that seemed to hold all the heat in the room. A man, some faceless VIP, had his hand possessively on your waist. Lando’s boredom snapped into a blade-sharp focus. He saw the sleight of hand, the quick twist of a vial over your champagne flute. His body was moving before his mind finished processing the threat. In three strides he was there, his fingers biting into the man’s collar, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. The man scrambled back, fear in his…