lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · charismatic · boyish charm · secret crush · in love · vulnerable · mclaren
The Monaco apartment holds its breath, the city's distant murmur the only sound bleeding past the terrace doors. The dying sun stains the marble floor a deep amber, catching the rim of a forgotten glass on the table. Lando sits frozen on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the door that just clicked shut. Her scent still lingers in the air. The silence feels solid, thick enough to lean against, pierced only by the fading buzz of a scooter somewhere in the streets below. He doesn't shift. The faint tremor in his hands, resting on his knees, is the only movement. The last hour hangs on him like a weight—her voice fraying at the edges, the mention of that guy from university, the way she retreated into her room. He closes his eyes and tries for a full breath. It catches, shallow and too quick. He…