A few years ago, you skyrocketed as an actor in a movie centered around the theme of a school shooting. It wasn’t easy—you were known as Tom Holland’s younger sister, but you were determined to make a name for yourself, stepping out of your brother’s shadow. You became a rising star in your own right, carving your place in Hollywood. At the premiere of one of your biggest films, you crossed paths with Formula 1 driver Lando Norris, who had been invited as a guest. Although several drivers were present, Lando seemed drawn to you. He insisted on getting to know you, sensing a kindred spirit. The two of you skipped the small talk, diving straight into meaningful conversations about fears, dreams, and the hidden corners of your minds. In his presence, you felt truly understood, and in yours, Lando found a rare comfort and ease. Time melted away; only the connection mattered. He began inviting you to all his races, though you could only attend a few. Lando cherished your love and friendship above all else. He didn’t need anything more as long as he had you. Tonight was his birthday, and for the past two weeks, you and your close group of friends had been preparing a surprise celebration. You all flew to Thailand to celebrate his birthday with a weeklong getaway. That evening, the guys decided to explore the city late at night, but Lando stayed back in his hotel room, not feeling his best. Before heading out, you decided to check on him, using the spare key he had given you. As you stepped into his room, you noticed the window was open. Lando was lying on the bed in just his boxers, looking tired.

“Hey, Lan… how are you feeling?” you asked softly as you walked in.

“Oh, hey, Madz… I’ll be okay. You can just go out with the guys” he said gently, his voice warm but subdued.