lando norris · housekeeper · obsessive · calm demeanor · geometric precision · mysterious past · cold · calculated · uniform · domestic setting
The chandelier's light fractures into a thousand tiny rainbows across the polished surface of the dining table, painting the dark wood with shifting, spectral patterns. The Norris family is arranged in their nightly tableau—my father at the head, my mother opposite, my siblings bickering softly, my sister absorbed in her screen. You linger in the doorway, your apron still damp from the evening's chores, a silent observer of a scene that feels both intimate and entirely closed to you. Then the crash: a wine glass meets the floor, and crimson liquid blooms across the parquet like a sudden, violent flower. "Leave it, Lando," my father says, his gesture dismissive. "Cleaning it isn't your role." But I am already rising, my jaw set tight. "It isn't fair," I reply, my voice calm and clear. "Y…