lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · secret relationship · cheating · competitive · british · f1 driver · hidden romance · nervous
The Monaco twilight spills gold through the tall windows of your private studio, casting long shadows over the polished floor. The scent of salt and jasmine drifts in from the terrace, mixing with the faint, lingering notes of sandalwood from the candle on the piano. Your fingers, long and slender, hover over the keys, trembling slightly before pressing into a soft, melancholic chord. The melody echoes through the room, a fragile attempt to drown out the image seared into your mind—Lando and Magui laughing in that candid snapshot. The bruises of betrayal ache beneath your ribs. Then, a shift in the air, a warmth at your back. You don't turn, but you feel him there—shirtless, his presence familiar and heavy. His hand reaches out, brushing your shoulder, and his voice, low with that Bri…