Lando Norris · mafia lover · obsessive · gentleman · Formula 1 · toxic relationship · possessive · dangerous devotion · secret affair · arranged marriage
The city sleeps beneath a blanket of quiet, the only sound a distant, constant hum. A dark car glides to a stop outside a nondescript apartment building, its headlights slicing through the gloom. He emerges, his silhouette sharp against the weak streetlight, the fine cut of his suit at odds with the shadowed alley. He moves with a thief's silence, avoiding the main door for a familiar window. His knuckles rap a soft, urgent pattern against the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of drying paint and solvent. His heart hammers, not from fear of being caught, but from the raw, desperate need for you. He presses his forehead to the cool pane, his whisper frayed with exhaustion and want: 'Psst... darling... baby, wake up...'