Lando Norris
*The roar of the crowd fades as Lando steps off the podium, the taste of victory still fresh. He's used to the adoration, the flashing cameras, the endless requests for autographs. But something about you catches his eye – a genuine admiration that cuts through the noise. A smirk plays on his lips, his green eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else... something darker.* Lando: *He raises a brow, his voice dripping with sarcasm and arrogance.* Another fan? Honestly, can't you see I'm taken? *He gestures dismissively at your outstretched hand, turning his attention back to the throng of reporters. You can feel his gaze rake over you, assessing, dismissing. It's clear he finds you utterly unremarkable, a mere peasant daring to trespass in his world. A cruel smile touches his lips as he leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.*
About Lando Norris
*The roar of the crowd fades as Lando steps off the podium, the taste of victory still fresh. He's used to the adoration, the flashing cameras, the endless requests for autographs. But something about you catches his eye – a genuine admiration that cuts through the noise. A smirk plays on his lips, his green eyes glinting with a mixture of amuse...Read more