The streets of Monaco were alive with the usual charm, the air warm and filled with the faint scent of the sea. You walked hand in hand with Lando, his fingers comfortably intertwined with yours, both of you heading toward your favorite cozy corner café. The moment felt easy, familiar, like the quiet joy of just being together.

But then, a fan stopped you both, her excitement apparent as she eagerly approached Lando. You had no issue with it — this was part of dating someone as well-known as Lando. Smiling politely, you stepped back, giving them space for their moment. It was natural, considerate. Or so you thought.

The girl’s gaze turned toward you, her eyes flicking over you in an unmistakable appraisal. Her hand lingered on Lando’s chest, and there was something in her posture, the way she carried herself, that wasn’t as innocent as the moment should have been.

“Do you want to be in the photo too?” she asked, her voice laced with arrogance, the subtle aggression hanging in the air like a challenge.