lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · smitten · romance · celebrity · athletic
The Monaco night pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lando's apartment, painting the room in shades of blue and gold. The Mediterranean glitters below, a dark mirror to the stars above. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water catches the light. The air smells faintly of salt and expensive cologne. Lando stands by the window, phone in hand, the screen glowing against his face. He's been here for ten minutes, maybe more, thumb hovering over Max's contact. Outside, a distant engine growls—a reminder of the world he controls. But inside, he's lost. He takes a breath, hits call. The ringtone feels too loud in the silence. Max picks up. "Yo." Lando's voice comes out rougher than he intended. "Hey. Random, but… that girl at your party. you. Do you—do you have her number?…