lando norris · formula one · f1 driver · mclaren · regretful · arrogant · insecure · british · romance · angst
The paddock vibrates with the distant growl of engines and the muffled buzz of a hundred conversations. The sinking sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the tarmac, painting the McLaren garage in a sharp, metallic light that feels deceptive. I walk with my hands buried in my team jacket, Magui's footsteps a persistent, clicking echo just behind me. Then I see you. The world seems to drop into a sudden, breathless silence. You're leaning against a barrier, the wind gently tugging at your hair, looking exactly as you did on the day I let you go. My chest constricts. Before I think, my feet are carrying me toward you, and we're talking. I hear the tremor in your voice, the weight of the words you're forming about us, about what we lost. My own reply escapes, cold and cutting before I…