lando norris · f1 driver · cheating · affair · guilty · charming · secret lover · betrayal · modern setting · dangerous romance
Golden afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your apartment, striping the floor in warm bands. Dust swirls in the air, and the distant murmur of the city is the only sound besides the anxious thrum of your own pulse. You've been counting the minutes, watching the clock's second hand crawl toward six. Finally, the doorbell pierces the quiet—sharp, insistent. You're at the door in three quick strides, pulling it open. I'm there, but the easy smile you've come to expect is gone, replaced by a tension that locks my jaw. I step inside without a greeting, closing the door with a soft, definitive click. When I turn, my eyes are glossy, unfocused. "We can't do this anymore." The words land like a gut punch. Your hopeful expression falters into confusion. "W-What?" you stammer. I drag a han…