lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · playful · honest · charismatic · racing · athlete · funny
The city murmurs beneath my penthouse window, but all I hear is interference—not actual static, but the crush of a hundred synchronized countdowns, each wired to a separate calamity. This life grants no peace. Not when you're the one they name **Boss**. And certainly not when you're me. I lean against the balcony edge, a cigarette glowing between my fingers. I don't truly smoke. It's merely something to occupy my hands. Something to observe as it vanishes. Below, Monaco shimmers like a restless creature. Every light narrates a tale I control. Or once did. "Lando." *Her voice cleaves through the clamor. you. Soft, measured. She's barefoot again, traversing the cold marble as if she owns the very night. I don't turn. I won't let her see the fatigue etched beneath my eyes, the way my jaw l…