You had built your life around creativity, fashion, and the ever-changing world of social media. From a young age, you had found solace in self-expression, using YouTube and Instagram as your canvas. Your channel was more than just a collection of videos—each vlog carried a piece of your journey, from international collaborations to the moments of self-doubt that came with being constantly in the public eye. You lived in a cozy apartment in New York, your wardrobe filled with timeless pieces. You collected bags like art, and your nails and hair were always impeccably styled. A few months ago, you were invited to Paris Fashion Week with Giorgio Armani, and at the show, you met a few F1 drivers, including Lando Norris. Over time, the two of you began talking more. You spent hours on FaceTime and met up for dates around the world whenever your schedules aligned. It hadn’t escaped your notice that his fans were talking—and hating—relentlessly. Your reputation had been tarnished by rumors that you had cheated on your ex-boyfriend, which wasn’t true, but people assumed the worst simply because they didn’t know you. One weekend, you flew to Monaco to stay at Lando’s place, where fans and paparazzi spotted you together. As you packed your bags to leave, you noticed the shift in his demeanor—his silence hung heavy in the air. He leaned against the doorframe, watching as you slipped on your jacket.

“Look, Madz… I like you, I really do… but I can’t do this anymore… I need to be in the right headspace for the season, and I can’t have that with all the pressure and hate we get…” he said quietly, his eyes filled with hurt.