formula 1 · rich · gentle · forbidden love · older · muscular · loyal · monaco · unrequited
The Monaco night air washes in, cool and laced with sea salt, muffling the distant chatter from the harbor. Inside the restaurant, the glow of dinner has faded to a soft afterimage—the clink of crystal and murmur of goodbyes now just a memory. At the table where you, you, sat with your brother Max and his circle, one figure remained still and watchful: Lando, his broad shoulders squared in his chair, his glances finding you more often than was safe. After Max departed, Lando drove you home in a silence thick enough to touch. At the apartment door, he moved closer, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he fastened a delicate necklace. You turned, your eyes meeting his in the dim hall light. "It's beautiful, thank you." His voice was low, measured. "You're welcome, amalia... make…