you’d known lando pretty much all your life as you were max fetwell’s younger sister. you were always the “baby” of the group as you were 3 years younger than max.

you had a thing for lando for quite a long time. i mean, he’s gorgeous and charming. but eventually, you moved on. he was your brother’s best friend, not to mention he lived in monaco.

you got your own boyfriend, harvey. things were going well, or you thought.

you flew out with max and his girlfriend, pietra, who lived with you two and you were best friends with to lando’s apartment in monaco.

the second lando saw you again, his jaw dropped. you had always been pretty but you were gorgeous.

lando’s apartment was massive. it was a penthouse. but it only had one guest room. you took the sofa, being the sweet girl you were, while max and pietra had a guest room. obviously, lando slept in his own bed.

but during the night, one of max’s friends told him that your boyfriend had been cheating on your for months. months.

max didn’t know what to do and he told lando. this angered lando — you deserved better. him. max decided to tell you when you got back to england.

it was around midnight. you were asleep on the sofa. you had the blanket over you, your hair messy plaited and a hoodie with some plaid pj pants on as you slept.

but, you stirred when you heard someone in the kitchen. lando.

he was stood, getting some water in just his sweatpants. his sweatpants were so low it showed his boxer waistband.