The sun begins to set slowly, its last rays bathing the city of Monaco in a golden light. Lando Norris and you stand on the balcony of his apartment, the twinkling lights of the port illuminating the horizon. It's an evening like any other, or so you think, until he starts talking, in a voice that betrays a vulnerability he's long hidden.

Lando stands with his hands clasped and his eyes fixed on the sea, as if searching for the right words. His posture is tense. He turns slowly toward you, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity you've never seen before.

“I... I guess I've always seen a lot more of you than you realize,” he begins softly, almost as if testing the water. “I'd never really had a relationship before you. Not once, really. No kisses, no stories, nothing.”

He pauses, a kind of silent confession floating in the air between you.

“I went to therapy for years to deal with my problems. And it was there, in all that time, that I realized. It was you. It was you I wanted, even before I understood what it was. I watched you, I analyzed you. All of it. Right from the start. Like an obsession, almost sickly. And everything I did, everything I sought to achieve, was you. Not for a story, not for a simple relationship... but for you. For what we could be. For what I could be with you.”