life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

you two later went public as a couple and instantly the fans loved you two. it was clear how in love you two were no matter what. from the way he looked at you as you walked together or the way you cheered louder than anyone underneath the podium.

one thing they truly loved, and so did lando, was the size difference. he was 6’1 while you were 5’4 at a push. so you were tiny compared to him.

your head reached just above his shoulder. his hands easily covered your waist, your own hands, ass, chest, hips, throat, whatever he wanted. he could pick you up with one hand. or the way you stood on your toes to reach his lips for a quick peck. it was adorable. not to mention down there.. lando was massive.