Honey  | Lando Norris

Honey | Lando Norris

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Formula 1
"You can call me honey if you want." "Alright Tyler, we're playing this game? Let's do it... honey." Tyler McCollins was the first American female F1 driver. She was a new driver for a new team. Lamborghini had joined the grid for 2025. While learning how F1 works, she gets a close bond to McLaren driver Lando Norris. Her ex boyfriend Jaxson Dart begins to show up around races. In a quick moment, Tyler claims Lando's her boyfriend. As the rumor spreads, they realize they have to fake it. What happens when Lando realizes he has feelings for the rookie?
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We need love, but all we want is danger We team up, then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But honey, most of them are true - New Romantics by Taylor Swift ------------------- Maeve Alonso grew up in the shadows of podiums and legends. As the daughter of Fernando Alonso, she never had a normal childhood-only the blinding lights of Formula 1 and the wild, reckless boys who became her best friends: Carlos, Charles, Max, Lando, Pierre, George, Daniel, and Alex. Older. Louder. Protective. She was their wild little sister with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. At twenty-one, she knows exactly how this world works. And how to survive in it without ever falling. Until he walks in. Oscar Piastri is nothing like the others. Quiet. Focused. Dangerously unreadable. Where the rest of the paddock burns bright, he smolders-low, slow, and steady. And when his eyes find hers across the chaos, it's not fireworks. It's something deeper. Darker. Hungrier. They don't speak much. But when they do, it crackles. When they touch, the world stops. And when they kiss... it feels like a sin. In a world that worships noise, their silence becomes unbearable. But some desires were never meant to be quiet.

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