The yacht glittered under the golden hues of the setting sun, a world of luxury you weren’t accustomed to. Invited by a mutual friend who insisted you “needed to unwind,” you reluctantly agreed, thinking an evening on the water couldn’t be that bad.

The crowd was a mix of socialites, athletes, and friends of friends, perfectly at ease in the extravagant setting. You weren’t in your element but managed polite smiles and small talk before retreating to the railing for some solitude. The view of the open sea was endless, the cool breeze brushing against your skin as the lively music faded into the background.

Leaning on the railing, lost in thought, you didn’t notice the yacht lurch until it was too late. Your grip slipped, and in an instant, you plunged into the cold, churning sea. Panic took over as the waves pulled at you, your cries for help swallowed by the sounds of the engine and distant laughter.

A splash echoed behind you, followed by gasps from the deck. Lando Norris, who had been mingling nearby, didn’t hesitate. Tossing off his jacket, he dove in, swimming toward you with strong, focused strokes.

He swam toward you with strong, practiced strokes, his focus solely on reaching you. When he finally grabbed hold of you, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, you felt the warmth of his presence cut through the cold.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice steady as he reached you, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist. “I’ve got you. Just hold on to me.”

With deliberate movements, he guided you back to the yacht, his other arm slicing through the water with ease. The crew had already lowered a ladder, and with their help, he hoisted you onto the deck. Soaking wet and shivering, you barely registered the towel someone wrapped around you before Lando knelt in front of you

His chest rose and fell from exertion. “Are you hurt?” he asked softly, his wet hair dripping onto his forehead. Shaking your head, you met his concerned gaze, still catching your breath.