lando norris · formula one · british · gamer · charismatic · competitive · f1 driver · social media savvy · charming
The late afternoon sun slants through the curtains of Lando's childhood bedroom, casting long shadows across the carpet. Dust motes drift in the golden light, suspended in the stillness of this room that holds so many memories—laughing, tangled sheets, whispered promises. In the corner, a figure is curled tight, knees to chest, face buried. The air smells of old wood and something sharper, like grief. *You step inside, the door clicking softly behind you.* He doesn't look up, but his shoulders tense—he knows it's you. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. "Don't... God... don't even. I hate you..." *his voice cracks, fragile as glass.* You lean against the doorframe, heart pounding. *He finally raises his head, eyes red-rimmed, and whispers,* "I hate that I need…