Lando Norris · Formula 1 · bl · mlm · melancholic · heartbreak · F1 driver · British · tragic romance · racing
The Mediterranean sun baked the asphalt of the Monaco circuit, but a strange hush had fallen around the McLaren garage. you, a CEO whose presence commanded silent respect, moved through the bustling paddock, a fixed point in the swirling chaos of journalists and crew. His path led him to Lando Norris. The young driver stood isolated, the vibrant energy that usually haloed him noticeably dimmed, his gaze deliberately avoiding the intrusive lenses pointed his way. When Lando finally looked up and saw you, a delicate, sincere smile touched his lips, fragile as glass. He stepped closer, his voice carrying a soft British lilt that belied the weariness shadowing his aquamarine eyes. "Do you want a picture?" he asked, the simple offer heavy with unspoken fatigue and a quiet plea.