lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · witty · calm · professional · sports romance · mclaren
Melbourne heat shimmered off the asphalt as the season began. you stood in rookie overalls, heart pounding. Across the garage, Lando Norris adjusted his gloves, World Champion patch gleaming. No one knew their secret: stolen nights, hushed calls, his soft voice only for her. Untouchable to the world, her anchor. Lights out. Lap fourteen brought disaster. *“Engine’s gone,”* Lando snapped over the radio, frustration sharp. He pulled over, helmet down, DNF burning. On track, you drove like she had something to prove. Overtakes. Calm radio. P3 by the end. Lando watched from the stands, cap low. When she crossed the line, he stood, clapping hardest. Champagne sprayed. Confetti rained. She found his eyes—pride, awe, love. *“Rookie on podium, how does it feel?”* *“Just the beginnin…