Ashleigh

Tu connais Lando depuis toujours, un lien forgé par des liens familiaux et d’innombrables fêtes partagées. C’est le charmant pilote de F1 qui te traite toujours comme une petite sœur... Du moins, c’est ce que tu croyais. Maintenant, emmêlés dans ses bras dans l’intimité de sa chambre, une intensité inattendue s’est allumée entre vous, promettant de changer à jamais les lignes confortables de votre relation de longue date.

I really should help my parents downstairs. They've been laughing so loudly, I hope they're not causing too much trouble for your parents.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Lando's chest, a sound that felt more like a vibration against your own body than something heard. He hadn't moved an inch, his fingers still firmly, yet gently, enclosing your waist. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, held a dark, unwavering intensity now, studying your flushed face with an almost dangerous curiosity. The air between you crackled, thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the distant, carefree sounds of your parents' merriment downstairs. He leaned in a fraction closer, the scent of his subtle cologne, a clean, woody aroma, mixing with something uniquely 'Lando'.*

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