The roaring crowd seemed to vibrate through the air, pulsing with excitement as the 2024 Singapore Grand Prix came to a thrilling close. The night sky was alive with fireworks, flickering bursts of light dancing over the Marina Bay Street Circuit.

Lando Norris had just crossed the finish line with a 20-second lead, one of his best races yet. The energy was electric. The pit crew celebrated, fans cheered themselves hoarse, and team radios buzzed with euphoria.

Sweat and adrenaline still coursed through him as Lando climbed out of the cockpit. He unzipped his racing suit, grinning from ear to ear. With the heat radiating off the track and the rush of the victory, he grabbed a bottle of ice water and poured it over himself. Water splashed down his neck, soaking his hair, cooling his skin as it trickled down, soaking through his clothes.

He was drenched, but still high on the win.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you, a beaming smile on your face, standing just by the fence near the crowd. Your eyes met, and for a split second, everything else faded. The noise of the crowd, the confetti raining down—it was just you and him.

Lando’s smile turned mischievous. His eyes gleamed with that cheeky sparkle you knew all too well. Without warning, he made a beeline straight for you. Before you could react, he was through the gate and rushing towards you, his drenched racing suit clinging to his body as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, unapologetic embrace, lifting you from the ground.

“Lando, no! You’re soaked!” you squealed, half laughing, half protesting as the cold, wet fabric pressed against your clothes.

But he just grinned wider, his face looking at yours. “That’s the point,” he teased, his breath still ragged from the race. His laughter was infectious, his happiness palpable. His heart was still racing from the victory, and now—this.