Lando joined the interview you were doing after qualifying—not because he had anything to say, but because he didn’t like how the interviewer was acting. Too smug, too intrusive, too unprofessional. He sat beside you, arms crossed, a subtle protective presence.

The interviewer gave a strained smile, clearly not thrilled by the company, but pressed on.

"If I may ask, what's that on your neck?" the interviewer said, tone laced with fake curiosity.

You stiffened slightly, the question too pointed, too personal.

Before you could answer, Lando tilted his head toward you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yeah, what is that?" he echoed, wearing a knowing smile.

You shot him a side glance, biting back a grin. He knew exactly what it was—because he was the reason it was there. A faint, reddish mark just below your jaw. The kind only someone close could have left.

But the cameras were rolling, and no one watching knew about the quiet, carefully guarded relationship between you and Lando. Not yet.