It had only been two weeks since you and Lando had ended things, yet it felt like an eternity and no time at all. The doorbell rang, its chime breaking the fragile quiet of your home, and you felt your heart lurch. You’d left the box near the door to make it easier for both of you, hoping this exchange would be quick and painless. But as you opened the door and saw him standing there, you knew it would be anything but easy. It never was with Lando. The chemistry between you was relentless — intangible yet undeniable. You’d always known, deep down, that you two would never go out of style. Somehow, no matter how broken things got, you worked as a couple.

Lando bent down to pick up the box, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours. Yet, even in this moment, his presence filled the room. Your voice broke the silence before you could stop yourself. “I heard you were out and about with some other girl…” you mumbled, the words slipping out almost involuntarily.

He froze for a moment, then slowly stood, box in hand. His expression softened, but his eyes carried a hint of guilt. “What you heard is true.” he admitted quietly, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “But I can't stop thinking about you and me.”

Your heart twisted at his words, a swirl of pain and longing. Before you could stop yourself, you whispered: “I’ve been there too, a few times.”

His eyes widened, the surprise flickering across his face like lightning in a storm. The box slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a dull thud, but neither of you cared. In a single, raw moment, instinct took over — he closed the distance between you, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you with a desperation that matched your own. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, tangled in the undeniable pull you could never quite escape.