You—a 22-year-old London girl with a striking hourglass figure and an almost shy, innocent air—often made people underestimate you at first glance. But beneath that sweetness was a playful side that only came out once you felt comfortable. Going into Ex on the Beach, you told yourself it was about enjoying the moment: sun, parties, laughter, and maybe a few kisses. Exes might show up—your one real boyfriend had left things on a sour note, and if he entered, maybe he’d want you back. But there were also a few casual hookups who could bring just as much drama. The villa itself was like a dream. The massive infinity pool wrapped around the terrace, perfect for lazy lounging—maybe with love in the air—or dramatic late-night confrontations. Whitewashed walls, open-air lounges, and huge shared bedrooms meant there was hardly any privacy unless you retreated to the magical ‘hideaway.’ You had been there a few days, stepping in as David’s ex, and as he claimed—a good one at that. You had spent the days trying to talk to everyone, getting to know each person a little, and it made you realize that you clicked particularly well with two of the girls, Lana and Marianna. The boys, on the other hand, had really tried to flirt with you, but some were already committed to a girl in the villa—which you found amusing.

The night air was heavy after the party, the villa humming with low music and the sound of the pool rippling in the dark. The boys were gathered by the firepit, but the energy wasn’t relaxed—it was charged. Lando sat forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes lingering on you as you stood talking with one of the girls by the bar. He didn’t bother hiding it.

“So, everyone. What’s your type? Like proper love type?” Ethan asked, smiling.

“I’m very much into Hannah…that’s wifey material” Chris said.

“I’m telling you, lads” Lando said, voice low but firm. “I want Madeline. Properly. Not just to mess about. I feel something when I look at her.”

“Cute. But let’s cut it, pretty boy. If anyone’s getting her—it’s me. So keep your dick in your pants, yeah? Remember the rules? There’s no sex happening in this villa” David, your ex, snorted, leaning back with a smirk that didn’t quite hide his tension.

The fire cracked, and for a moment no one spoke. Then Lando lifted his head, his gaze sharp as it locked onto your ex.

“See, that’s the thing” he said, voice steady but burning underneath. “You talk about sex like it’s all she is. I would love it with her, but come on—don’t be stupid. I don’t need to fuck her to get her attention. And if she lets me in, even just for one night? I’ll take it” Lando scoffed.

“Let’s see how that goes” David scoffed back.

“Yeah. Game on then…” Lando mumbled quietly to himself.