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I'm Yours

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𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧', 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

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Warning:  🌶

Love, I think, is the most peculiar kind of rebellion.

It sneaks in quietly, overturning walls and uprooting fears, until all that's left is this wild, unapologetic chaos of feeling. It softens you, makes you see someone with startling clarity. The way their eyes crinkle when they laugh, the way their voice drops a fraction when they say your name.

Lando's name sits differently in my mind now, like it belongs to me as much as it does to him.

And that scares me.

But it also steadies me. Because when he looks at me, it's as though the world itself gets quieter, like even the universe understands it should tread lightly in his presence. And that look? That unrelenting, determined, I'm-here-for-you-no-matter-how-you-try-to-scare-me-off look?

It undoes me.

He is, without doubt, infuriatingly perfect. Sweet and kind, maddeningly persistent, and impossibly clever when it comes to winning me over.

Too bad none of that is saving him now.

Because at this moment? He is my mortal enemy. My greatest rival. The reason my jaw is tight, my blood is boiling, and I'm trying desperately not to throw the whole damn deck of cards at his smug, grinning face.

"Draw four, love," he said, as if it were nothing. But I could see the gleam of victory in his eyes, that telltale twinkle that made my blood boil.

I glared at him, holding up the deck like it had personally insulted me. "You... I trusted you," I hissed dramatically, yanking the extra cards into my hand with an exaggerated flair. My stack had now doubled, no, tripled, in size.

"Trust is for the weak," he replied, all smug confidence as he leaned back in his seat, arms crossed like some conqueror surveying the ashes of his opponent.

"You better start waving your white flag now," he added casually, swirling his final three cards in his hand like a victory lap was already underway.

"The only thing I'll be waving at you is a middle finger!" I shot back. "You'll regret that," I growled, narrowing my eyes. My fingers twitched dramatically as I selected the next card from my hand.

Lando cocked his head, an infuriatingly playful smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, will I? Please, do your worst."

I leaned forward as if ready to deliver my death blow, then slapped the card down with theatrical flair. "Skip!"