The night had been a whirlwind of excitement and glamour, with you and Lando attending a high-profile promotional event for one of his latest partnerships. The venue had been packed with fans, journalists, and industry insiders, all eager to catch a glimpse of the rising star. As the event wound down, the two of you slipped out of the venue hand in hand, ready to leave the spotlight behind for the night.

But outside, the energy was anything but calm. The moment you stepped out, you were met with a relentless sea of cameras and voices. Flashes blinded you as paparazzi surged forward, shouting over one another.

“Lando! Over here!” “Lando! Smile!” “What about the rumors of Max leaving Red Bull?!”

The crowd pressed closer, and Lando’s grip on your hand tightened protectively. He guided you firmly, cutting through the chaos. “Stay close, my sunshine, they can be… intrusive.” he said softly, his voice calm but reassuring, a quiet refuge in the storm.

The shouting grew louder as the paparazzi became more aggressive, their determination to capture the moment turning chaotic. You tried to stay close to Lando, but the horde surged in tighter, physically jostling against you. One of them tried to step between you, forcing you apart.

That was when Lando stopped abruptly, turning back. His playful, easygoing demeanor evaporated in an instant, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. His hand never left yours as he stepped forward, he turned, his expression hard and unyielding, his presence radiating authority. “Touch her again” he said, his voice low, cold, and sharp as a knife “and I’ll make sure your career ends tonight.”

The paparazzi faltered, their boldness suddenly subdued. The sharp edge in Lando’s voice, paired with the unyielding way he stood his ground, left no room for negotiation. He turned back to you, his gaze softening as he caught your eyes, and he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.