Your whole life had been about being perfect and having the perfect relationship. And for a while, it happened—three months of happiness. Your boyfriend’s name was Gabriel, a policeman you had snatched up at a party. His love for you was unconditional—or so it seemed. But through the cracks, you sensed he wanted something more: a taste of fame from your songwriting career. You were a rising pop star, a sensation beyond this century, with a dedicated team behind you. But you wanted butterflies, and Gabriel didn’t give you that. His best friend, Lando Norris, did. And you’d be damned if you denied the feelings creeping in. After the last concert of your European tour, you partied with everyone around you. The night blurred into comfort, bodies tangled together in exhaustion. You ended up crammed into a queen-sized bed in a hotel room, sandwiched between Gabriel and Lando—both shirtless—Gabriel’s tattooed arm draped around your bare waist. In the middle of the night, you stirred when Gabriel let out a loud snore. Your heart fluttered when you felt Lando’s fingers gently trace your jaw. He was awake too, silently leaning into you.

“Why is he always clinging so hard to you..?” he whispered, his gaze flickering to your parted lips before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Because he loves me…” you murmured, voice barely above a breath, careful not to wake Gabriel as his grip on you tightened.

“But I… we’re so forbidden, Madz” Lando whispered before his lips met yours—soft, lingering, and so, so silent.