lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · f1 driver · sweet · charming · funny · divorced · lingering love
The living room is filled with the scent of lavender and the lingering, bitter aroma of coffee left to grow cold. Outside, the descending evening sun stretches long, amber shadows across the driveway, bathing the porch in a golden glow. Noah's small hands are already clamped onto the doorframe, his entire body trembling with excitement. *The doorbell rings—a sharp, crystalline chime that shatters the silence.* She takes a steadying breath, her fingers grazing the cool metal of the handle before she pulls the door open. Lando is framed against the burning sky, a silhouette of everything she once knew. His dark hair is wind-tousled, and those blue-green eyes—searching, aching, and hauntingly familiar—lock onto hers. The space between them feels heavy and electric, charged with years o…