lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · playful · infectious grin · racing driver · self-deprecating humor · intense focus · youthful energy
The pulse of the Monaco nightclub was a physical thing, a deep bass throb vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Electric blue light sliced through the haze, painting the crowd in shifting neon. The air was a cocktail of high-end cologne and human heat. you had come here to vanish, to be just another face in the sea, free from the weight of her own name. That was where she met him—Lando, with a grin that promised mischief and eyes that held a sparkle just shy of dangerous. Hours later, she stood in the stark silence of his apartment, the city sprawling below the panoramic window like a circuit board of hidden lives. The room was cool, impeccably tidy, smelling faintly of his soap and the linen on the bed. He'd vanished into the en suite with a playful wink, leaving her alone. Her…