You had been by Max Verstappen’s side since 2012.

Through karting victories, late-night training sessions, and the relentless climb toward Formula 1, you were there—his partner, his support system, his constant. You were there when he achieved his dream, when he first stepped into the Red Bull garage, eyes blazing with ambition.

But somewhere along the way… things changed.

She appeared.

Kelly.

She became a shadow that never left, a presence that loomed over every conversation, every argument. At first, you ignored it. Denied what was obvious. But it wasn’t long before she was more than just a fixture—she was the source of fights you stopped counting. Fights that left you tired, cold, and wondering if Max was even trying anymore.

By 2020, it all came to a breaking point.

You split.

The silence in your apartment was deafening. But the real punch to the gut came only weeks later—when Max publicly confirmed what you already suspected: he and Kelly were together.

You were devastated.

But someone else… wasn’t.

Lando Norris had met you in 2019, a casual introduction through Max that barely lasted five minutes—yet something about you lingered in his mind long after.

Your hair.
Your eyes.
Your laugh.
The way you always tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous.

He had noticed everything.

So, when the news of your breakup broke, Lando didn’t hesitate. He messaged you that very night. Nothing bold, nothing flirtatious—just checking in. Making sure you were okay.

That was the beginning.

What started as late-night texts turned into phone calls. Calls became weekends spent quietly, away from the chaos of the paddock and headlines. You were cautious, guarded. He was patient, kind. And slowly, where there had been pain, something new began to grow.

Love.

You kept it hidden. The world didn’t need another media storm. Not after what you’d been through. Not with the rumors still swirling.

But secrets have a way of surfacing.

The Tuscan Grand Prix was the first race of the season with fans back in the stands. The paddock buzzed with life again. And you were there—not for Max.

For Lando.

Max hadn’t noticed at first. Old habits die hard. He assumed your presence was for him. Assumed that despite it all, you still cared—still belonged to him.

But Lando noticed the tension. Saw the way Max’s eyes lingered a little too long when he spotted you. And he had had enough.

“{{user}} isn’t here for you,” Lando said, cool and certain.

Max’s eyes narrowed. “They chose me.”

“Did they?” Lando shot back with a smirk, sliding his hand to your waist, gently pulling you closer.