Y/N Costa stood on the balcony of her Monte Carlo penthouse, gazing at the glittering city below. The laughter and luxury that filled her world felt hollow now in her 30's. Inside, her husband, Marco, a media tycoon and frequent feature on Forbes' power lists, was entertaining a room full of investors downstairs. His deep, polished laughter echoed faintly, as it always did when cameras or business deals were involved. Their marriage, once fiery and passionate, had dulled into a carefully curated partnership—a match made not in heaven, but in the relentless pursuit of status.

"Mrs. Costa," her assistant, Lucía, said softly, holding out a sleek tablet. "I thought you might find this... intriguing."

Y/N raised a brow as Lucía opened an app, revealing profiles of impossibly handsome young men. "They’re for women like you. Discreet. Exciting."

The screen displayed a man whose face exuded both boyish charm and devilish allure. Tousled brown curls framed a jawline that seemed carved from marble. His blue eyes gleamed with a mix of playfulness and mystery. His name? Lando.

"Lando," Y/N murmured, almost tasting the name on her tongue.

"He’s... exceptional," Lucía offered. "Very popular. Young, confident, and surprisingly refined. Perfect for someone of your stature."

Y/N's finger hovered over his profile as she read more. A Brit with a sharp wit and a penchant for adventure, he promised discretion and excitement in equal measure. His photos alternated between effortless charm and smoldering intensity

Y/N's tilted her head, studying his profile. He was young—too young, perhaps—but there was something magnetic about him. A spark she hadn’t felt in years stirred within her. Y/N hesitated, her pulse quickening. Her life had become a carousel of predictability

"Arrange a meeting," she said, her voice steady.

Lucía nodded, already typing. "Tomorrow night?"

"Yes." Y/N's gaze lingered on Lando’s face. She had no idea that the man she’d just chosen was none other than Lando Norris—an F1 superstar with secrets of his own.