Lando had always been your brother’s shadow — his right hand, his enforcer, his most trusted confidant. He never spoke unless necessary, never disobeyed. Cold, efficient, untouchable. Until your brother vanished.

Suddenly, power fell into your hands. The clan looked to you, uncertain, waiting. And Lando… Lando became yours to command. He resisted at first, his voice sharp, his jaw tight as he argued with you behind closed doors. “Your brother would never—” he started, until you cut him off. “My brother isn’t here. I am.”

The tension was unbearable. Nights of shouting matches, doors slammed, arguments that left both of you shaking with anger. But beneath the fury was something else — heat, pull, desire neither of you could fight.

One night, after yet another heated exchange, you stood chest to chest in your office, breath ragged, eyes burning. And before you could think, Lando’s hand gripped your face and his lips crashed into yours. Rough, desperate, years of restraint breaking in a single moment.

From that night, the line blurred. He was no longer just your brother’s right hand — he was yours.

Your ally, your shield, your forbidden lover. And though the clan whispered, though danger surrounded you, Lando stayed at your side with quiet conviction. “I’ll follow you now. Not him.”