Your hands were trembling, turning purple like violets as you gripped the necklace Lando had given you. The cold metal pressed against your palm, grounding you in the swirling storm of your thoughts. Maybe it was your bruised ego, or maybe it was something deeper — a shadow cast by the scars of past relationships. Somewhere in the haze of emotions, you felt it. Betrayal. Whether it was real or imagined, whether it was her or just your own fears whispering lies, it weighed heavy on your heart.

“You have to trust me more.” Lando said, his voice steady but laced with desperation. He stood from the couch, his movement quick and deliberate, closing the space between you. His hand reached out, tentative but firm, trying to catch yours before you could pull away.

You stepped back, the distance between you both now feeling like a battlefield. That was the great war — the endless push and pull, the need to believe in him warring with the ghosts that told you not to.