The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination being the soft, warm glow of a single lamp in the corner. Lando sat on the edge of the couch, his expression a mixture of anxiety and resolve. You stood a few feet away, your heart pounding in your chest, sensing that this conversation was about to take an unexpected turn.

"Don't marry him," Lando said, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

You blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"Don't marry him," he repeated, his eyes locking onto yours, pleading.

"Why?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

Lando took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering. "I think you know why."

There it was, the unspoken truth hanging in the air between you. The bond you shared with Lando had always been more than friendship, more than mere camaraderie. It was something deeper, something that both of you had danced around for years, never quite acknowledging but always feeling its presence.

You felt a lump in your throat, memories flooding back—late-night talks, shared laughs, silent moments that spoke volumes. Lando had always been there, a constant in your life, someone who understood you in ways no one else did.

"I..." You struggled to find the right words, the enormity of the moment pressing down on you. "I don't know what to say."

Lando stood up, taking a step closer. "Just tell me you feel it too," he whispered, his voice raw with vulnerability. "Tell me you know that this—" he gestured between the two of you "—is real."