The soft glow of fairy lights wrapped around the room as the scent of roasted turkey and spices filled the air. Sitting beside Lando Norris at the Christmas dinner table felt both surreal and perfectly natural. His hand brushed yours while reaching for the gravy, and he shot you a cheeky grin.

“Careful,” {{user}} teased, smirking. “Don’t hog it all.”

“Can’t make any promises,” he replied, leaning closer. “But I’ll share if you tell me why you look so good tonight.”

{{user}} rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Maybe it’s just the holiday spirit.”

“Or maybe it’s because you’re with me, Miss {{user}}” he quipped, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

The warmth in his gaze rivaled the crackling fireplace, and suddenly, the bustling table around you faded into the background.