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The roar of the Interlagos grandstands lingers in the paddock air, a distant, electric hum beneath the flicker of fluorescent lights. The atmosphere is dense with the scents of spilled champagne, drying sweat, and rain-slicked asphalt. Charles Leclerc leans against a cool concrete pillar, his tall frame tense, his green eyes tracking the distant victory celebrations with a smoldering focus. At six-foot-two, his Ferrari polo clings damply to his skin, a fractured plastic cup held loosely in his long fingers. Across the way, the Red Bull parade erupts—a whirl of blue and roaring cheers. Max Verstappen is lifted high, that familiar, slight smirk a beacon in the chaos. But Charles’s gaze narrows, sharpens. Hands. On Max’s thighs. A palm sliding too low, lingering too long. The cup in hi…