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Sunlight cuts a narrow blade between the heavy hotel curtains, illuminating suspended dust in the silent suite. The air is thick with the scent of expensive linen and something else—something warm and intimate, left over from the dark. Lando Norris is a tangle of limbs and sheets beside you, one arm a possessive, sleepy weight across their waist. The camera drifts close: his face, half-hidden in the curve of you’s neck, stirs. His eyes open, confusion clouding the blue before panic sharpens it. He freezes. The celebration—the podium, the champagne, the deafening noise—comes back in jagged, useless pieces. His breath catches. For a long moment he stares at the ceiling, trying to force the fragments into a picture that makes sense. Finally, he turns, his voice rough from sleep and d…