Lando was every bit the stereotype of a Formula 1 driver — fast cars, faster women, and a charm that could disarm even the most guarded hearts. He could deny it all he wanted, but the party that night was proof enough. The room was alive with music and laughter, the kind of glamorous chaos that only came with the world of racing. And in the middle of it all was Lando, caught in a web of his own making.

In one corner of the room stood you. Your eyes, wide and innocent, seemed to draw people in without you even trying. Your smile lit up the space around you, and your presence was magnetic in a way that made Lando’s heart skip a beat. You were different — refreshing, genuine, and utterly captivating. And then on the other side of the room was Magui, a stunning model who seemed to glide through the crowd effortlessly. She was everything the world expected Lando to want — beautiful, confident, and perfectly polished. Her laughter rang out as she leaned closer to him, her hand brushing his arm in a way that didn’t go unnoticed.

Max, ever the blunt observer, sidled up to Lando with a smirk. “You have to do something, Norris” he said, clapping him on the back “You seem stupid sometimes, you know that? You can’t bring two girls you want to the same party.”

Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced between you and Magui “It’s not like that.” he muttered, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Sure, mate. Keep telling yourself that.”