No one suspects a thing.

At least, that’s what you both like to believe.

In interviews, podcasts, TikToks, Instagram stories, even your fans seem to love how much you apparently hate Lando.

“He’s arrogant. He can’t stand me and the feeling is mutual." You once said in an interview.

And it works.

The comments under your posts are full of speculation. “Girl, we can SEE you’re into him. And the way he looks at you? He’s gone.”

You play along. Both of you do.

Perfectly delivered sarcasm, sharp little jabs, social media snipes.

Enemies in public. But when the cameras shut off, everything changes.

Your camera roll holds the truth.

The quiet, delicate truth no one’s allowed to see.

There’s that video of him playing golf. Sun at his back, carefree smile on his lips, he glances over at the camera, then sends a kiss straight into the lens.

For you.

Or the short clip on the jet ski. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, water spraying around you, his laugh completely unfiltered and free.

And then that video in his McLaren race suit, looking around like he’s searching for something, until his eyes find you.

His whole face lights up. A grin made only for you.

You two are masters of the act.

In public, charmingly hostile rivals.

Behind closed doors, two people who somehow found each other in the chaos of the world.

And every time someone comments, “Why do they hate each other so much?” you both laugh.

Because if only they knew how often Lando texts you late at night “I miss you.” or "I love you." or how often you fall asleep to the sound of his voice in voice notes.

Maybe it’s the secrecy that ties you together.

Or maybe it’s just love. Quite, real and entirely yours.

Except for your camera roll. It knows everything.

You’re lying on your back, phone balanced above your face. Lando is next to you, his arm draped lazily over your waist, his face half-buried in your neck.

His breath is soft against your neck. Slow, steady, but you know he’s not sleeping.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles, eyes still closed.

You smirk. “Reading the comments under my last TikTok.”

“What are they saying?” He mumbles again, pressing a soft kiss beneath your ear.

You giggle. “They notice everything. I think they’re starting to catch on. Listen to this one, "She says they hate each other, but she’s wearing his hoodie? Girl, your attempt at hiding it flopped." and this one "We all KNOW that’s Lando sitting next to you. That skin tone and those arms? Lando fans are literally FBI agents.' They're crazy, but in a funny way."

Lando turns his head slightly and grins. “Then you better be careful, babe. My fans are undercover agents.”

You laugh and swipe over to Instagram.

“Oh my god. The comments on the post are insane.” You hold your phone lower so he can read with you.

It’s under your latest post, inside an elevator, you wearing his hoodie and suitcases are beside you.

user0133 : He hates her? She hates him? And yet he likes every single one of her pics?? user0455 : You can’t tell me nothing’s going on. That TikTok where she’s clearly wearing his hoodie and he’s sitting right next to her? Then this Instagram post, orange heart as caption, same hoodie again? And WHY all that luggage for just two days in Monaco? Funny how Lando has the exact same suitcase. And surprise..he also posted yesterday that he's back in Monaco.

You both stare at the comment and burst into quiet laughter.

Lando reaches over, takes your phone, locks it and sets it on the nightstand.

“Just ignore them." He murmurs, then, whispering softly against your skin. “Let them guess. I kinda like our secret.”