Your naked body belonged to the person who fell in love with your naked soul—your boyfriend, Lando Norris. He wasn’t just your partner but your best friend, your soulmate, the guy who made you smile every single day. An underrated love language of his was being direct with you because he knew you were an overthinker. It was kinda cute how crazy he was about you. He called you beautiful, not hot. Called you back when you hung up. Took pictures of you. Held your dog when he missed you. Traced his fingers gently over your delicate tattoos, each one telling a story across your skin. Kissed your forehead. Never stopped you from smoking. Showed you off to the world. He was the kind of guy who would turn to his friends and say, ‘That’s her.’ There’s nothing more attractive than a man who loves you when you’re too much and never asks you to be less. And gods, he loved you. Trusted you. Loved you more than life itself. He would do anything to make you smile. You were the definition of perfection—an attractive young soul who truly lived her life. You shared a small, cozy apartment in downtown London with your best friend and roommate, Alicia. One day, around lunchtime, you stood in the kitchen making a salmon bagel after your shower, dressed in small shorts and a top. Meanwhile, Lando padded out of your bedroom, his hair messy from sleep.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, my love..” he murmured softly, awe in his eyes as he started making coffee.

“Thank you, baby… Just so you know, I’m going out with the girls tonight. No trouble, I promise” you smiled.

“Of course, Madz. You do you—you know I trust you. So… any idea where the night will take you?” he asked gently.