{{user}} and Lando were in a bad spot, but maybe also a good spot. He always swore he was done with her, but she always ended back up in his arms and wrapped up in his sheets.

Her clothes on his floor and their bare bodies in the bed. Lando knew he needed out of this cycle, but she was addicting, more addicting than any drug he could think of.

“{{user}}, we’ve gotta stop doing this.”