As the F1 teams packed up, I sat in my rented apartment, rain tapping against the window. Lando’s text message blinked on my phone: Meet me at the beach. The waves whispered their approval as I drove, the headlights cutting through the night. And there, on the deserted shore, Lando waited—his smile a constellation of promises.
We lay on the sand, our fingers entwined. Lando traced constellations on my skin—the Big Dipper, Orion’s Belt, and the one he called Y/N’s Star. “We’re rebels,” he said, “defying gravity and tradition.” And as our lips met under the star-studded sky, I knew—I had chosen not just a driver but a partner in speed and love.
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Driven By Passion
Roman d'amourYou are the first academy driver coming into F1, and all the driver's eyes are on you. Will you have a romantic love story or enemies to lovers story ? Read to find out! !! I don't own any of the real characters: Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc But i...
