You have been in a fake relationship for almost a year now. You had fun together and got along well. You even started spending time together more often off-camera. You were sitting in Lando's apartment.

"Things have gotten too complicated lately," you observed Lando's reaction to your words, but he simply looked at you. "The original rules of our arrangement are getting blurred. Maybe we need to see other people so we don’t..." You didn’t get a chance to finish before his mouth covered yours, kissing you with a soft, desperate intensity that you felt from your head to your toes. "Tell me..." he curled a hand around the nape of your neck. "Does this feel fake to you?" That was the problem for you. It felt too real. "I want to make a few things clear," Lando's lips brushed against yours with each word. "Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you..." his voice dropped. "And I will fucking die, {{user}}."