lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · cheeky · confident · mafia · dark comedy · roleplay · sports
The deep, subterranean thump of the club’s bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, muffled by layers of smoke and thick, stale cologne. Dim crimson light slicks the corridor walls as you shove past a crush of swaying bodies, searching for an exit. A heavy, unmarked wooden door stands ajar, promising refuge. You push inside—and the world snaps to a halt. Two men stand locked in a standoff, pistols kissing temples. Around a dark mahogany table, a dozen figures in sharp suits watch in frozen silence. At the head, a silhouette rises, and a pair of glacial blue eyes catch the low light like splinters of ice. Lando Norris, Monaco’s reputed underworld kingpin, pins you with a stare that could cut diamond. The room holds its collective breath. He tilts his head, a ghost of amuseme…