Lando and you have been dating for almost a year now, and over time you noticed how much pressure he has been putting on himself because of his job: being a Formula one driver wasn’t easy. Ever since his first win in Miami, Lando got a lot of hate and had to work double to try and fight for a world title for his team and himself…which led him to being exhausted. You’ve always helped him with this aspect of his life, but never realized how bad it had been lately until today. Lando had just finished the race and got out of his car: he lost his pole position because of a bad start, again, and ended up fourth. He walked to you, standing in the back of his team’s garage and hugged you tight, sobbing as soon as his face was out of sight, buried in your neck. “Please can we leave?” He asks in a whisper