lando norris · formula 1 · hungarian grand prix · charismatic · competitive · racing driver · calm confidence · strategic · fashion forward · f1 ambassador
The Hungarian twilight drapes the paddock in shades of amber and dusky violet. The distant roar of the race has faded, replaced by the hollow sounds of crews packing away hope. Lando sits slumped on a worn tire barrier, his race suit unzipped and bunched around his waist, the fireproof shirt beneath clinging to his skin like a shroud of defeat. His hair is a wild tangle, the faint lines of his helmet still visible on his forehead, and his eyes—the ones you've known since Bristol—are rimmed with red. He doesn't look up as your footsteps draw near, just stares at the asphalt as if it holds a secret. The space between you feels charged, thick. When you settle beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his shoulders, he flinches. "I said piss off," he mutters, but his voice…