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“Tell me again why we didn’t bring a dragon to carry all this back?” Oscar asked, juggling a netted bag of dried figs, half a wheel of cheese, and three bottles of golden plum wine.
“Because we’re blending in.” Lando said with a grin, reaching for a handful of candied almonds and tossing one into his mouth. “And because Rocky nearly scorched the melon vendor last time.”
Max rolled his eyes. “He hissed. Once.”
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Max loved his freedom, flying, living outside the walls. Lewis wants stability, order and peace. Their fates intertwined before Max knew what an oath is.
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Max Verstappen is the party’s newest star, the public’s favorite expert, and someone else’s problem behind closed doors. When Charles Leclerc’s empire expands from corporate acquisitions to national infrastructure, Max gets pulled closer, whether he wants it or not. He calls Charles “Hip-Slapper” in his phone. Charles calls him “Bambi.” Neither name is a joke.
OR Unhealthy relationship speedrun but make it political.
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Lando is a 16 year old kid. Abused by his parents, surviving by shoplifting, and getting arrested for it once a week. One day, he hits the last straw, and finds himself introduced to his new babysitter, Ankle Monitor 3000, and his three estranged older brothers who live in Monaco.
Oh, and they happen to be part of the Italian mafia.
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“Did you learn your lesson, baby?”
Oscar asked, a creepy smile on his face as he looked at Lando’s terrified expression.
Lando’s eyes stayed locked on the man now on the ground, writhing in pain, blood seeping from his knee—the man he had kissed just hours ago.
“I will never hurt you. But I don’t mind hurting others,” Oscar added, still smiling.
“I… I learned my lesson. Let him go,” Lando said, his voice shaking.
“Let him go?” Oscar repeated, laughing loudly, making everyone around them jump.
His hand rose again, and in a second, another bullet was fired from his gun.
“You were too brave tonight, baby…”
Or,
Oscar Piastri only cared about his group, guns and enemies.
Lando? A boy in a yellow hoodie who works in an ice cream shop.
One wrong night, one act of kindness—and suddenly, Lando is pulled into a world of a mafia group… where mercy doesn’t exist. -
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Lando glanced at his guitar, leaning against the wall. His hands knew that language intimately. They knew how to shape sound, how to coax emotion out of strings and wood. They knew how to say things he couldn’t articulate out loud.
He looked down at his hands.
If his hands could do that—if they could speak to strangers in crowded rooms, make people feel understood, seen—
Then surely they could learn this.
Surely they could learn how to speak to Oscar.
or: Oscar is mute and Lando learns his language.