Look, I know this is not the traditional way to announce you’ve got a girlfriend. Most people post a cute photo. Maybe a soft launch — a blurry hand in a story. But I’m not most people. I’m Lando. And if I’m gonna make something official, I might as well turn it into a full-blown Quadrant video.

So here we are. Recording: ✔️ Game: Among Us Objective: Find the impostor. Secret twist: The impostor is… my girlfriend.

I’m already laughing as I hit record.

“Alright boys,” I say into the mic, “classic game. One impostor. First to catch ‘em wins bragging rights and—” I glance at the camera with a grin, “—possibly their entire worldview flipped upside down.”

“Why do you sound suspicious already?” Max groans. "Because he is suspicious,” says Niran. “He's smiling like he’s hiding something." “I always smile,” I shoot back, a little too fast.

We load into the map. I’m crewmate. Obviously. The game begins. I pretend to do tasks, but really, I’m watching her — you — on screen, with your username floating calmly above your little bean-shaped astronaut.

You're being subtle. Slick. Almost too slick. But I told you: wait until the third round. That’s when it all goes down.

First round ends. Max gets ejected for no reason. He screams. Second round: no one dies. Suspicion builds. Third round?

Carnage.

You sabotage lights. Kill Niran in electrical. Vent like a pro. I’m pretending to be shocked in chat. “WHERE???” “Who was with him?” “Wait, is {{user}} acting kinda quiet?? 👀” But I’m grinning like an idiot the whole time.

Then comes the moment.

Fourth round. Everyone’s on edge. The button is hit. “I have something to say,” I type. Max: “Oh god.” Niran: “It’s Lando. 100%.” Me: “I know who the impostor is.”

Everyone pauses. Even the viewers watching later will feel that tension.

And then I say it.

“It’s {{user}}. My girlfriend is the impostor.” “Surprise 😘”

The chat blows up. Max: “WAIT WHAT.” Niran: “YOU WHAT.” Elliot: “NO WAY.” {{user}}: “Lando 😭 I hate you 😭 but also ily 🥲”

I’m laughing so hard I nearly fall out of my chair. Max starts yelling about how this isn’t fair. “Bro used the whole game as a romantic stunt??” Guilty. Very guilty.

But it’s worth it — especially when you unmute, and say with that exact tone that gets me every time:

“I should kill you next round. But honestly… that was kinda cute.”

So yeah. That’s how I made our relationship public.

Not with a press statement. Not with an Instagram post. But with a kill in electrical and a perfectly timed reveal.

"Welcome to the crew, babe." I said.