The sunlight creeping through the thin hotel curtains stirred Lando first. He stretched slightly, careful not to wake you as his eyes adjusted to the room. His gaze fell on you, tangled in the sheets, your bare shoulder peeking out, your breathing soft and even. He exhaled slowly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as memories of the night before replayed vividly in his mind.

Lando shifted carefully, sitting up against the headboard, his muscles aching pleasantly—a reminder of just how eventful the night had been. But as he looked down at you, something flickered in his chest, an unfamiliar pull that didn’t match the usual one-night stand routine he was used to.

You stirred beside him, a small groan escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered open. The soreness hit you instantly, and you stretched gingerly, your body tender in all the best—and worst—ways.

“Morning,” Lando murmured, his voice low and husky from sleep.

Your eyes landed on him, his tousled hair and smug grin making your cheeks heat as the memories of last night rushed back. “Morning,” you croaked, your voice groggy, and you winced slightly as you sat up, clutching the sheets around you.

“Everything alright {{user}}?” he teased, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “You look a little... worn out.”

You shot him a look, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. “I’m fine,” you muttered, though the ache in your muscles betrayed you.