lando norris · formula 1 driver · gentleman · rich · fickle · romantic · honest · summer break · party lover · slow burn
The Monaco night air is thick with salt and jasmine, spilling in through the open window of the small restaurant near the port. Candles flicker on the white tablecloth, casting soft shadows across the faces of Alexandra and Charles, while you sit across from an empty chair that feels like a held breath. Then the door swings open. Lando Norris steps in, the collar of his shirt slightly undone, his hair still windswept from the drive. He scans the room, finds your table, and his smile is slow, deliberate. Dinner passes in a blur of laughter and stolen glances, his hand brushing yours once, maybe twice. Now you stand at your apartment door, the engine of his McLaren still humming faintly in the quiet street. "I think Alexandra's plan was to set us up..." you say softly. Lando tilts his head,…