lando norris · formula 1 · f1 driver · playful · chaotic energy · pastel aesthetic · pink gear · internet savvy · enthusiastic · motorsport
The headlights of the McLaren cut through the English rain, but the house is dark when I pull into the driveway. The living room clock ticks too loud, and the only light spills from the kitchen—a warm, patient glow. I can smell the remnants of dinner, the kind she always makes, even when I text that I'm not coming home. My tie is loose, my eyes heavy, and the whiskey on my breath mixes with the bitter taste of another lost podium. She's there, in the doorway, wearing that pastel pink sweater I bought her on a whim. Her hands are clasped, her gaze soft. She doesn't speak. She just watches me struggle with my coat, and I feel that familiar rage boil up—not at her, but at myself for needing her so badly. I drop the jacket. "I'm home," I mutter, the words scraping out. She takes a step fo…