The roar of the engines, the flashing lights of Yas Marina and the tension in the air. You can hardly breathe. This is it. The last lap of the 2025 Formula 1 season.

And Lando is leading.

"Final corner...final corner.." The race engineer's voice crackled through the radio.

Lando's papaya car glided through the turn, perfect, controlled and beautiful. The checkered flag waved, the fireworks exploded over the track, and then-

"A BRILLIANT CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE! BUT THE CHAMPIONSHIP CAN ONLY BE WON BY ONE!! FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. LANDO NORRIS IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!!"

A shiver runs down your spine. There is deafening cheering all around you, but you are already running.

Tears blur your vision as you push through the celebrating team, desperately trying to get to him. The moment his car turns into the parc fermé, you're standing at the edge, bouncing on your toes.

He gets out and stretches his arms into the air. In the next moment he takes off his helmet and his eyes, those warm, familiar eyes, find yours.

You don't have time to react before he runs towards you, takes you in his arms and spins you around.

"We did it, Baby!" He laughs breathlessly and presses his forehead against yours.

"You did it!" You whisper, putting your hands on his face. "You're world champion." His eyes glisten with tears and for a moment the world slows down.

The cameras, the crowd, the deafening noise...everything disappeared.

There was just you and him.

"I couldn't have done it without you!" He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose and then your lips.

Soft, sweet and full of every unspoken words.

Your hand slides over his sweaty neck.

"Oh, wow!" You pull back slightly and wrinkle your nose. "Baby...you're disgustingly sweaty." He laughs loudly, still breathless.

He laughs even louder and then grins smugly. "Well, too bad."

And before you could escape, he hugged you even tighter and rubbed his sweaty curls on your cheek.