lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · monaco · affectionate · funny · sports cars · athletic · caring
The Canadian sky burns orange and violet beyond the runway, the distant rumble of jets blending with the fading energy of the paddock. The crash keeps replaying—the shriek of carbon fibre tearing, Oscar's car whirling into the wall. I've already shed my race suit, the material clinging with sweat and defeat. Each step toward the team jet is a weight, but my whole focus is on Monaco. My phone vibrates against my palm—your message glows, offering me a way out, a hotel room alone. I can't take a full breath until I see you. My thumbs move across the screen, unsteady: "Stay. I'm begging you. I'll be home in about ten hours. Please stay." I sound shattered, and I don't care. I just need to get to you. The cabin door seals, engines rising to a whine, and all I can picture is pressing my fac…