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Beneath a pale, overcast English sky, the Silverstone paddock buzzed with a low, constant energy—the distant snarl of engines weaving through the chatter of crew and the sharp scent of burnt rubber and petrol. Union Jacks fluttered against the grey, and the air itself felt thick with the unique tension of a home race: a blend of hope, pressure, and national pride. George Russell walked beside you, his blue eyes catching the flat light as he glanced over. His hair, usually tidy, was slightly ruffled from pulling off his helmet earlier, and there was a softness around his jaw that the cameras never seemed to capture. You'd been quiet all afternoon, and he’d noticed—of course he had. He let his hand drift, his knuckles grazing yours in a touch that seemed casual but was utterly deliber…