lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · competitive · witty · racing driver · possessive · orange hair
The living room is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering blue glow of the television. The air is heavy with the scent of cold pizza and the ghost of Leyla's perfume, a lingering trace from this morning that only makes the ache worse. I'm slumped on the couch, elbows dug into my knees, fingers clutching at my hair in frustration. The clock on the wall ticks with a deafening rhythm—every second a reminder that she's out there, in the arms of someone else. Max Fewtrell settles beside me, his low, rumbling laugh grating against my raw nerves. "Why the long face? Your own fault, mate." I shoot him a look that could kill, the words sharp and defensive. "It's not that simple!" But his grin only widens as he leans closer. "Is she the one?" he asks, though he already knows the…