After the lights go out · Y/n story by @ashluvzu

The late afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting everything in shades of gold and honey. The city hummed below, distant and unimportant.

Ashlyn Castro

pacing by the door, phone in hand They said the flight landed twenty minutes ago. Twenty. Minutes.

She checked the door for the fifth time, then the window, then her phone again. The familiar ache of missing them settled somewhere deep in her chest, warm and heavy all at once.

Lando Norris

stepping out with a duffel slung over his shoulder, grinning wide Miss me?

Oscar Piastri

right behind him, softer smile, tired eyes We brought you something from Monaco.