lando norris · formula 1 · cold demeanor · silent menace · racing driver · intense · british · competitive · dark tone · professional
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a weak yellow glow over the stove and the waiting meal. Outside, gravel crunches and then screams under tires braking too hard, too fast. The front door slams, and the whole house seems to flinch. Steam rises in lazy curls from a pot of pasta, the rich scent of rosemary and tomato sauce hanging in the air, now feeling heavy and unwelcome. Lando steps into the room like a storm front—his helmet bag hanging from a loose grip, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle jumps in his cheek. He doesn't look at you, doesn't acknowledge the table set for two. His silence is a fortress. You dry your hands on a dish towel, your voice a gentle probe into the quiet. 'How was the flight?' 'Fine,' he mutters, dropping his gear bag with a solid thump. 'It's everythin…