You spent your days traveling from one Grand Prix to the next, capturing behind-the-scenes moments of Max Verstappen and Liam Lawson for Red Bull Racing’s official social media. Your mornings often started in the paddock, vlogging for your own YouTube channel, offering fans an exclusive glimpse into life inside the team. Between media sessions and team meetings, editing photos and videos for Red Bull’s Instagram was a daily task. But a few months ago, you started noticing how Lando Norris, the McLaren driver, would linger around the Red Bull garage—closer to you. It began subtly—small interactions in the paddock, passing smiles, and casual conversations during media days. Soon, your conversations extended beyond the track—late-night texts, playful banter, and the occasional coffee run in a quiet corner of the paddock. Before you even realized it, you were seeing him outside of race weekends. And then, you started dating. But his love language was different from yours. His touches were rough—because that was how he grew up, how he had learned to show love. It became too much for you. So one night, you broke up with him and blocked him. A few days later, around midnight, he showed up at your hotel room and knocked on the door. His voice was quiet, desperate.

“I didn’t know… I thought you liked it… I thought you were into it… I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can… can I get another chance? I can change… I can’t lose you” he said, gripping the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white.

“I don’t think you can change, Lan… It’s who you are. I want a guy who’s gentle with me—soft kisses, cuddles… and that’s not you” you said.

“I can do gentle… I can… I can… Madz, I can…” he pleaded quietly.