Lando leaned heavily against the cold steel of the balcony railing, his eyes fixed on the expanse of stars above. The city buzzed faintly below, but up here, in Charles' lavish penthouse, the noise felt distant, like it belonged to another world. Still, it did little to quiet the restlessness stirring inside him. He had everything — or at least, that’s what people said. The car, the fame, the success, the women who threw themselves at his feet. He could travel anywhere, do anything, yet none of it filled the gnawing emptiness. Loneliness clung to him like a shadow, unshakable, suffocating. Surrounded by people, he felt alone — surrounded by empty smiles, he felt lost.

The cool night air did little to soothe him as he stared into the void of the sky, his mind wandering, his heart heavy. And then he saw you.

You stepped onto the balcony, your white dress catching the light just enough to make you seem almost ethereal. Your presence was quiet but commanding, like a song he couldn’t ignore. The moment your eyes met his, something shifted in the atmosphere. It was as if the noise of his thoughts stilled, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was clarity.

He couldn’t explain it; he didn’t need to. When you know, you know. The question arose in his mind — How do I know? — but the answer was already there, obvious and undeniable. In that instant, Lando knew you were different. Not just another face in the crowd or a fleeting connection. You were something more, something he hadn’t even realized he was searching for.

Watching you move closer, his pulse quickened. His hand tightened on the railing as a thought crossed his mind, unbidden but certain: I might be in trouble.