The club was packed, its pulse thumping through the floor beneath your feet. Lando Norris, usually the life of the party, stood off to the side, his eyes scanning the crowd but never quite focusing. The win had been his, but tonight, something felt off.

That’s when he saw you.

You were at the bar, leaning casually against it, a drink in hand. There was nothing particularly special about your appearance, but something about your presence caught his attention. The way you carried yourself, how the dim lights danced in your hair—it was as if you were untouched by the madness around you. You were the calm in the chaos, and Lando couldn’t pull his gaze away.

You weren’t looking for anyone, but when your eyes met his across the room, something shifted. There was an unspoken flicker of curiosity, and the connection was instant.

Lando wasn’t one to hesitate. He made his way toward you, weaving through the crowd. Reaching the bar, he stood next to you, his presence drawing you in without trying.

“Is it always this insane?” you asked, your voice cutting through the noise.

He chuckled, the sound light but tinged with something deeper. "Not always. But tonight, yeah. Guess the win's got everyone feeling extra wild."

You turned to face him, your eyes studying him with the kind of calm intensity that caught him off guard. "And you? You feeling wild?"

Lando smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes, but there was something else there too. Something darker, more intrigued.

"Maybe. But l'm more interested in why you're here and not out there with them," he said, nodding toward the dance floor, where people were losing themselves to the music.

You took a slow sip of your drink, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Not really my scene.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, his gaze never leaving yours. “Then what is?”

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, everything else faded. Lando leaned in slightly, the magnetic pull between you undeniable, waiting to see where this would go next.