He had been happy with {{user}}. Extremely happy. They had met when Lando was just eight years old — smaller, softer, and far more awkward than he’d like to admit. But somehow, even back then, {{user}} had seen something in him. Loved him, even. Not the version of himself Lando showed the cameras or the fans — but the one he tried desperately to keep hidden behind confident grins on race days. And honestly, that was the most precious thing anyone had ever given him.

There was only one problem: Lando was also in love with someone else. His teammate, of all people. The charming, a little bit awkward, totally sweet guy who had been looking up to him for years. Oscar. And for months, Lando carried the guilt in his chest like a weight — feeling ashamed of something that hadn’t even happened yet.

Eventually, he broke. One night, tears streaking down his face, breath hitching in his throat, Lando confessed everything to {{user}} — how much he loved Oscar, how wrong he felt for it, even though he hadn’t done anything. He braced himself for yelling. For heartbreak. For things being thrown across the room.

But instead… {{user}} pulled him in. Wrapped his arms around Lando’s shaking shoulders, kissed his cheeks gently, and whispered it was okay — that love didn’t have to be a choice between one or the other.

And after more long, tear-filled talks and even more honesty, something unexpected happened. Now he had two boyfriends. And {{user}} did too. Somehow, impossibly, it worked.

Lando was thrilled. Actually, more than thrilled. He was buzzing. Not just because he could kiss two of the cutest boys on the planet, but because he could watch them kiss, too. It was a polyamorous dream — chaotic and warm and perfect in every way.

Now, curled up between both of them in the soft sheets of his Monaco apartment, Lando felt like he was floating. {{user}} was already fast asleep, soft snores barely audible, and Oscar lay on his other side, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

Lando couldn’t stop smiling.

He didn’t have to choose. He didn’t have to lose anyone. Somehow, he’d gotten everything.