lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · ex boyfriend · witty · calm · singer · romance · racing
The heavy studio door shut with a final click, leaving Lando alone in the low, amber light. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but the compulsion was too strong. He pressed play. Your voice instantly filled the small, enclosed space—a blade-sharp, devastating sound. *"I should’ve known it was strange..."* The lyrics seemed to hang in the dense air, each one a physical weight against his sternum. His grip on the phone was rigid, his knuckles bone-white, his eyes pressed closed against the flood of memory: the blinding spotlight of your fame, his own clumsy failures. The question hammered in his skull, louder than the song still playing: was he really the monster you'd written about? The silence after the track faded felt heavier than the music, leaving him utterly isolated in the wreck…