You never really knew your parents—or you did, but you can’t remember them at all—so you grew up on your grandmother’s old farm just outside London. The car crash happened when you were barely a month old, though you don’t remember it. You only know about it through your grandmother. Your relationships and friendships always seemed to fall apart. You never really connected with any girls, so when you met Lando at an early age, he became the only friend who stayed by your side. And from his side, you were the only friend who stayed real, even after he gained money and fame. He loved you deeply for that. At the moment, you had been staying at Lando’s place in Monaco for a few days, and now he was hosting a party. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and so were you until a guy started verbally and physically harassing you. He made comments about the old self-harm scars on your wrists and much more. You were about to break down when Lando harshly grabbed the guy by his shirt, making him stumble back.

"Out, shithead" he said angrily, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was clenching them to hold back from punching. The guy's eyes widened, and he walked away quickly.

“Lan... calm down, it’s okay” You said.

“Calm down? I’m a little past that damn point right now, Madz”