You never imagined you’d end up here—1am in Oscar’s hotel room, playing strip poker on a team trip. Lando’s smirking like this is the most fun he’s had all season. Oscar’s loud as ever, and Lilly, she’s sitting quietly on the side, cheeks pink, trying not to laugh too hard.

The rules are simple: lose a hand, lose a piece of clothing. You’re already regretting wearing layers.

Oscar’s the first to fold and peel off his cap with a cocky grin. Lilly wins her first hand and sheepishly slides off a bracelet.

Lando? He’s a wild card.

Round after round, he’s losing but laughing harder, peeling off his jacket, then his hoodie, until it’s just his t-shirt and shorts left. His cheeks are flushed, not just from the game.

You lean in close, watching his eyes light up with mischief. Lilly bites her lip, trying not to burst out laughing, and Oscar’s practically doubled over, loving every second of this chaos.

At this point, it’s just you and Lando left—both down to your underwear, the stakes suddenly way higher and the air electric. You glare at each other like this is some serious championship round. No more teasing, just pure competitive fire.

Lando smirks, tossing his last sock onto the growing pile. “Ready to lose?” he challenges, voice low but cocky.

You don’t answer with words—just a grin, shuffling your cards like a pro even though your hands are shaking. The room feels smaller, warmer, every laugh from Oscar and Lilly fading into the background.

The tension builds with every card you reveal. Your heart’s pounding—not just from the game but because this feels like the kind of moment you’ll remember forever. The kind where everything else falls away except for the two of you daring each other, testing boundaries.