In a bustling city, Lando spotted you one afternoon, standing in the sunlight. Your laughter echoed as you playfully tapped your pen against your notebook, momentarily breaking into a fit of coughs. He couldn’t help but notice how you seemed to embody a carefree spirit, one that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

From that moment you were hanging out more and more often, playing games with each others.

“Baby, would you please do the things you said you'd do to me?” you asked, your voice a mix of innocence and longing. It was a simple request, yet it sparked a whirlwind of desires within hum. He leaned closer, captivated by your charm and Lando knew that he love that game already.

“Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?” He wondered aloud. “When you get a taste, can you tell me, what's my flavor?” The chemistry between you was electric, and in that moment, he felt as if he had found something sacred. You felt like his savior, a beacon in the chaos of life. His mom often expressed her worries about his choices, but in your presence, he felt invincible.

“Let’s escape to the walls inside your house,” Lando proposed, envisioning a world just for you. “I can be the cat, and you can be the mouse.” You could laugh about everything and nothing, forever lost in your little world.

But in between the laughter and intimacy, he found solace in your stolen moments. He knew he’d fall asleep just to dream of you, hating the wait when you weren’t near. Your time together felt like a beautiful rebellion against the world, a fleeting escape from reality.

And so, you walked together holding hands through the nights, forgetting everything else that was wrong. In your arms, he found his place, his flavor, his everything.