You shared an apartment with Lando for five months now, but how you move around each other feels like you’ve known each other for years. The living room lights are low tonight, and the familiar hum of the TV fills the space. Between bursts of laughter and shouted curses, the Mario Kart race is on, and Lando is comfortably in the lead.

He leans back, controller steady in his hands, eyes flicking to the screen with that signature grin that says he’s loving every second of this. “You really think you can catch me?” he teases, his voice casual but charged with challenge.

You throw a playful glare his way, already plotting your next move, but he’s too quick, too slick. “Five months, and I’m still the undefeated champ,” he says teasingly with a wide smirk.