lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · charismatic · boyish charm · secret crush · in love · vulnerable · mclaren
The Monaco apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city filtering through the terrace doors. The last of the evening light bleeds orange across the marble floor, catching the edge of a glass left on the coffee table. Lando sits on the couch, motionless, staring at the door that just closed. The air still smells like her perfume. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant sound of a moped fading into the night. He doesn't move. His hands are trembling slightly, resting on his knees. The weight of the past hour presses down on him—her voice brittle, that guy from uni, the way she disappeared into her room. He closes his eyes and tries to breathe. The air comes in shallow. Too fast. He feels the crack spreading, a familiar pressure building behind his ribs. The light dims at the…