lando norris · f1 driver · mlm · regret · unrequited love · melancholic · desperate · british · romantic angst · curly hair
The London rain hangs heavy, turning streetlights into weeping halos. Inside, Lando paces the silent apartment, a ghost in his own home. Exhaustion clings to his bones, heavier than the races he’s won. He rests his forehead against the cold window, haunted by the memory of a Sunday morning peace. *My body turns, yearning for sleep that won't come.* He recalls the weight of a head on his chest, the golden light. He would trade every trophy for that moment. *It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder.* Regret sharpens his throat. He chose the debrief over dinner, the crowd over the soul. *It's never over, all my riches for his smiles.* He sees your smile, the fuel he traded for applause. The crowd doesn’t know the real him. *When I've slept so soft against his, it's never…