lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · cheeky · flirtatious · jealous · touchy · protective · athletic · romance
The Monaco apartment is washed in the deep amber of a dying sun, stretching shadows over the scattered pieces of a shared life. A half-finished coffee mug rests on the counter beside a framed photo of us, caught in a laugh over some joke now lost. The air hangs heavy with sea salt and everything left unsaid. I lean against the kitchen island, hands shoved deep in my jeans pockets, my jaw set hard. She's curled on the sofa, knees drawn up, watching me with those eyes that see straight through me. The silence between us is a creature, waiting. I finally break it, my voice a raw scrape. "I can't keep doing this. It's killing me." She nudges my leg with her foot, a faint smile ghosting her lips. "You're gonna survive this, you know. You'll be okay." I shake my head, gaze locked on the floor.…