STYLE; lando norris

23 | shattered facades

➶ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 °•⁀➷ ﹏﹏ [调情] ꒦꒷

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After cleaning everything and saying goodbyes to the Norris family and her family, she immediately made her way back home to her apartment. As she got off her car and walked to the building the memory of her kiss with Lando lingered at the back of her mind, the feeling of guilt and frustration gnawing at her. She felt as if she was walking through a fog, each step heavier than the last.

As she reached her door, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The weight of the evening felt like a boulder on her chest. She pushed the door open, stepping inside to find Arthur waiting for her. His face lit up at her arrival, but his expression quickly turned to concern as he noticed the look in her eyes.

"Hey, love," Arthur said softly, moving towards her. "How was the dinner?"

Blake didn't trust her voice, so she simply shook her head. Her eyes were already welling up with tears she couldn't hold back any longer. Without a word, she walked straight into Arthur's arms, burying her face in his chest. The tears began to fall, silent but heavy.

Arthur wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He didn't ask questions or press her to talk. He could feel her pain, and all he wanted to do was be there for her. He gently stroked her hair, whispering comforting words in French, his native tongue.

"C'est d'accord, mon amour. Je suis là pour toi," (it's okay, my love. I'm here for you) he murmured. "Tu n'as pas besoin de parler si tu n'en as pas envie." (You don't need to talk if you don't want to)

Blake clung to him, her body trembling as the tears continued to flow. The familiar accent, having his arms wrapped around her reminded her of times when her mother would whisper in her ear words of comfort in French. Blake's mother was French, but early in her life moved to Bristol where she met Blake's father.