The evening promises to be quiet, you think. A formal dinner for this so-called “charity” gala that you are supposed to attend together. Fake perfect couple, calculated smiles, hand in hand for the official photos. You breathe calmly, but inside, you can already feel that little rush of adrenaline at the thought of the little game you are about to play.

You've been careful never to wear your wedding ring when you're in public. After all, no one really needs to know that this is all just an act. But now, in the private hallway leading to the terrace, you slip it quietly into your pocket, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lando follows you, nonchalant, a drink in his hand, his eyes fixed on you with that quiet familiarity that has always both annoyed and fascinated you. Then he notices. Not the gesture itself, no... but the emptiness on your finger. For a brief moment, your heart races as you see his expression freeze. His eyebrows furrow, his eyes darken, and an unusual tension fills the air, almost electric.

Usually, he is calm, detached, impossible to surprise or make jealous. But now... it's different. He takes a step forward, his hands slightly clenched, his voice low and slightly trembling. He's... almost possessive, and it makes you smile inwardly.

“You shouldn't... take that off... even just to play with me,” he finally said.