The music thumped through the crowded room, neon lights flashing against the haze of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. You had always hated these kinds of parties: too many people, too many fake smiles. But Lando? He thrived in them, moving through the crowd with effortless charm, a smirk that made him look untouchable. You met him months ago, in the most unexpected way. A street race gone wrong, a bet you never should have taken. He had been watching from the shadows, amused, intrigued. Now, somehow, he was yours. But Lando Norris was not the kind of man to share. You felt it before you saw it. His presence, the shift in the air as he stepped behind you. The guy who had been talking to you froze under Lando’s gaze, the weight of his reputation doing most of the work.

—Didn’t anyone tell you? She’s not available— Lando said, tilting his head, his voice dangerously soft. He smirked, his fingers curling possessively around your waist.

—Lando...— you muttered, looking at him with an arched eyebrow.

—Let them know, love. Before I do— he said, leaning closer, whispering to you.

And just like that, the conversation with the other guy was over.