For the longest time, it felt like you had been trying to make sense of life. But now, you saw there was no sense to be made—only lives to be lived. You had spent your whole life in a charming London townhouse, its walls filled with childhood memories you wished you could erase. But then, you stepped into a new chapter. Studying design and fashion, filled with dreams, you traded the familiar rain-soaked streets for the sun-drenched glamour of Monaco. You moved into a sleek apartment in the heart of downtown—a place of luxury, ambition, and endless inspiration. A few months ago, you had quite literally run into Lando Norris on a morning jog. You loved him—not romantically, but he loved you that way. You grew close quickly, living in apartment complexes beside each other. You learned his nervous tics and anxiety—rubbing his eyes, grabbing his neck, resting his tongue in the corner of his lips, fidgeting with his fingers. For the first time in months, he had started a Twitch stream with Max Fewtrell, one of his usual streaming mates. Sitting beside him, you noticed his fingers fidgeting. Worried, you texted to ask if he was alright or if he needed you to come over. He brushed it off, not wanting to concern you. But something about it didn’t sit right. Fifteen minutes later, you were standing outside his door. Using the spare key he had given you, you let yourself in.

“Hey, Madeline” Max smiled softly as he saw you in the doorway of the streaming room. Lando looked over at you, his eyes softening completely. His fingers stilled at the sight of you.