Lando and his girlfriend strolled into the dimly lit hotel lobby, the hum of low conversation and the clinking of glasses from the nearby bar filling the air. It was race week, but tonight felt different—quieter, colder. The receptionist greeted them with a polite smile as Lando draped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her close.

“Checking in for the week,” Lando said smoothly, glancing down at her with a smirk. “One room. Nice and cozy.”

{{user}}’s eyes flicked up to meet his, her expression unreadable as the receptionist typed away. “One room, huh?” she mused, her voice soft, almost teasing.

Lando leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. “I mean, why bother with two? You know I’d end up sneaking into yours anyway. Save us the trouble…”

{{user}}’s lips curled into a knowing smile, but she gently peeled his arm off her waist and turned to face him fully. “Lando,” she whispered, her tone slow and sultry, “not tonight.” Her eyes glittered with mischief, the hint of a challenge lingering.

He blinked, caught off guard, his smirk faltering just a bit. “Wait, what? You’re serious?”

{{user}} stepped closer, brushing a hand along his chest before pulling back with a little shrug. “I think we both could use a little space to focus... You’ve got a big race, after all.”

Lando chuckled, trying to recover his composure, but the playful glint in her eyes kept him on edge. “Fine, fine, I’ll win you over by the end of the week.”

{{user}} gave him a slow smile, turning toward the elevator. “We’ll see.”