"Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds…” Lando murmured, his voice low and magnetic as he slung his arm around your shoulder. The scent of rain lingered in the air as he led you out of the paddock, his confident stride pulling you along. The sleek lines of his sports car gleamed under the dim light, and you couldn’t help but think — God, that was sexy.

’Heaven can't help me now’ you thought, your heart racing.

You knew this was a dangerous game, one that would leave its mark on you in ways you couldn’t yet fathom. But Lando — tall, handsome as hell, and exuding a kind of reckless charm — was impossible to resist. He was bad in all the ways that thrilled you, and somehow, he did it so well.

Lando was the hottest cold man you’d ever dated, a contradiction wrapped in leather and smirks. He could freeze you out with a single glance, yet when his attention was on you, it was like standing in the center of a storm — chaotic, consuming, and exhilarating. As much as it tore at you, you loved every second of it.

You loved the way he made you feel like the center of the universe, even if only for fleeting moments. The way his hands, rough and unapologetic, claimed you. The way his lips left trails of fire across your skin, marking you as his, even if you knew he wasn’t truly yours. You knew there were others, but in those moments, it didn’t matter. Because when he looked at you, when he touched you, you were the only one. And that was enough to make you fall, over and over again.