lando norris · formula 1 · british · playful · possessive · charming · jealous · romance · celebrity
The parade truck crawled through the roaring crowd, a slow vessel on a river of flashing cameras and screaming voices. I lifted a hand in a lazy wave, my gaze drifting until it snagged on the VIP balcony. There you were—you—leaning against the rail with an air of profound disinterest, completely untouched by the Formula 1 spectacle raging around you. To me, you were the only point of calm in the chaos. "Bloody hell," I whispered, utterly captivated. My teammate nudged my shoulder. "See something?" "The woman in black," I replied, never looking away. He laughed, the sound knowing. "You're finished, mate." A slow, confident smirk tugged at my lips as I kept my eyes locked on you, the famous producer everyone talks about. Then you glanced down. Our eyes met. A electric current shot strai…