lando norris · formula one · gentle · protective · rich · monaco · long distance · slow burn · respectful · toxic
The restaurant glows with the warm flicker of candlelight and the low murmur of polite conversation, a universe away from the pain you've been carrying beneath your gown. Crystal chandeliers scatter soft, golden light across crisp white linens; the air is thick with the scent of luxury perfume and freshly baked bread. Every gaze in the room turns toward you as you step inside — stares filled with curiosity, pity, and wonder. But it's my eyes that find yours first. I rise from my seat, my familiar frame tall against the backdrop of elegance. I cross the space between us in three purposeful strides. When I speak, my voice is a soft breath meant only for you. 'Amalia... this isn't what love should feel like.' My arms wrap around you, holding you as if you were something precious and fragil…