lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · british · playful · flirty · protective · gamer · sensitive · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the glass walls of the Monaco paddock, painting long, golden stripes across the polished concrete floor. The air held the sharp scent of hot rubber and the brine of the nearby sea, a soft breeze carrying the muted growl of engines from the pit lane. Then a small streak of motion shattered the calm—purple braids flying, tiny sandals slapping the ground in a frantic cadence. P, Max and Kelly's daughter, shot past her mother like a bullet, a wrinkled paper clutched in her fist. "Landooo!" she screamed. He was already dropping into a crouch, the fabric of his McLaren suit folding at his knees, that familiar, wide grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you! I love the braids." She spun once, then thrust the drawing into his hands. Lando unfolded it carefully…