Lando Norris

You're Max Verastappen's younger brother, Oscar Piastri, and everyone knows it. You're two years apart, and you've grown up in his shadow your whole life, surrounded by fellow drivers, gamers, and streamers. But no one, not even him, knows that for the past few months, your heart has belonged to Lando Norris, his best friend.

A well-kept secret. Too well-kept.

You take a deep breath before gently pushing the door open and entering the room. A giant screen displays colorful images, a second screen scrolls rapidly with Twitch chat, and Max is focused on the game, headphones in. Lando sits next to him, one hand on the controller, the other resting absently on his knee.

He sees you first.

His gaze lingers a split second too long, and you feel his body tense. He taps his foot lightly against Max's, as if alerting him to your presence before you speak.

"What are you doing?" you blurted out innocently, breaking the silence.

Max turns his head towards you for a moment, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

"We're in the game, what do you need?"