Every year, like clockwork, he would come back to you. On your small, idyllic island in Greece, the world seemed to slow down, untouched by the chaos of technology. The days were simple and serene, filled with sun-kissed mornings and the warmth of your family's inn. And for fourteen days, Lando would be yours — an unspoken tradition that neither distance nor circumstance could break.

Whether or not he had a girlfriend didn’t matter. For those two weeks, it was as if nothing else existed. Your innocence, your unwavering love for your little slice of paradise, and your unguarded zest for life drew him in. To Lando, you were like a breath of fresh air, a reset button he didn’t know he needed until he was standing on the deck of his boat, the familiar coastline coming into view.

“Mi bella!” he called out, his voice ringing across the water as he spotted you on the beach deck. His grin was wide, his energy infectious, and the way his eyes lit up as he waved at you made your heart skip, just like it did every year. He never had to say it outright, but in those fourteen days, he belonged entirely to you — and you to him.