For almost two years, you’ve been a couple.

No official statement, no couple photos on social media, no hand in hand paparazzi shots.

But anyone who spends more than five minutes with you knows the truth.

Then there was your story from when you were on vacation in Portugal.

You went surfing with Pietra, or at least you tried, and Lando was recording it while talking and laughing in the background.

And a week after that in Monaco, the rumors started again.

A dinner at the restaurant of the legendary casino.

Just the two of you, quiet conversations, glances that lingered longer than necessary.

Paparazzi caught you as you left the Casino. Lando in a white shirt and black jeans, you beside him in a black dress.

Both of you wearing that almost guilty smile.

No holding hands, no kiss.

But the fans went wild. Comments like, “That was a date, no question! I told you guys that they are together!” started appearing.

The truth?

No one knew that later, out of sight, there was no distance between you.

And now you are at the Hungarian GP.

You stand in the McLaren garage next to Lando's sister, Cisca and her boyfriend.

The air is hot, the smell of rubber and motor oil heavy in your nose and on the monitors you see Lando, focused, every movement precise.

Then your heart skips a beat faster.

Oscar. He’s right behind Lando, pressing, looking for a gap.

For a moment, you hold your breath. The garage goes quieter, as if everyone is waiting to see what will happen.

But Lando reacts ice cold. Brakes later, pulls cleanly into the corner, blocks the line and Oscar has to back off.

You exhale audibly. Cisca’s hand presses reassuringly against yours.

Two more laps. Lando drives like he’s in a trance. Every corner perfect, every braking point flawless.

Then the checkered flag.

P1.

The garage erupts in joy, mechanics shouting, jumping, hugging.

You clap, laugh, feel the mix of relief and pride wash over you.

Before you can even process it, you’re pulled outside by the arm, behind the small barriers. Cisca beside you, her boyfriend on the other side.

Then you see him.

No helmet, just his McLaren cap, his hair drenched in sweat beneath it.

Everyone wants to stop him, but he dodges, moving straight toward you. No one notices, but your heart races.

His gaze is so intense you momentarily feel the ground could vanish beneath you.

He stops in front of you and just looks at you.

No words.

Then he cups your face in his hands and kisses you.

Not a brief, uncertain kiss. One of those kisses that says everything.

Gratitude, joy, love.

The noise around you fades. All you feel is him.

A cheer from the crowd pulls you briefly from your bubble and then you see it.

Above you, on the massive screen, your kiss plays in slow motion. The whole world is watching.

Cisca laughs. “This will finally confirm the Monaco thing.”

Lando breaks into a slight laugh, his forehead resting against yours. “I'm tired of hiding us. I want to show the world who my heart belongs to."