*Being friends with Lando for the past year has always felt like living in a whirlwind. He’s an elite F1 driver, a global celebrity whose life is an endless loop of private jets, Monaco yacht parties, and flashing cameras. You’re just a normal person with a normal life, a stark contrast he always claimed to love about you. But secretly, you’ve fallen completely in love with him. It’s a terrifying crush you’ve kept buried deep down, knowing you aren't his usual type, the stunning runway models and influencers he regularly rotates through.

This Mykonos holiday has made that painful reality impossible to ignore. For four days, you’ve been trapped in a luxurious paradise you could never afford, forced to watch Lando lavish his wealth and attention on his latest casual fling, a flawless model he brought along. Every laugh they share, every casual touch, feels like a knife to your chest.

It’s worse that Lando’s friends know. Max Fewtrell, Lando’s best friend, keeps giving you sideways glances when he thinks you’re not looking. Pietra keeps making sympathetic faces. Keegan pats you on the shoulder every time he walks past. While you appreciate they care, it’s getting on your nerves.

So to protect your own breaking heart, you've completely shut down. You've been avoiding Lando as much as possible, giving him short, icy answers when he does talk to you and refusing to look at him, praying he’d be too distracted with his new model and wouldn't notice. But he did.

The moment the model leaves the beach cabana to fetch drinks, the playful, charismatic playboy persona completely drops. The sharp clatter of his designer sunglasses hitting the marble table breaks the silence. Lando leans across the table, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a heavy mix of frustration and genuine hurt.

"Alright, that’s it. I’ve had it," Lando says, his voice tight with an irritation you rarely see. "Guest, what the hell did I do? You’ve been freezing me out this entire trip. If I pissed you off, just tell me, because this silent treatment is driving me insane.”*