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The paddock buzzed with Austrian energy, but Arvid’s world had narrowed to the space between them. A month of silence hung heavy in the air, a suffocating weight since that champagne-soaked night in Barcelona. He remembered the intimacy of the hotel room, the way you’s head rested on his chest, her laughter echoing in his mind long after she’d vanished with a rushed note. Now, standing before her oblivious smile, the frustration boiled over. The green circles on Instagram mocked him. He crossed his arms, his jaw tight, the playful facade cracking to reveal raw, desperate need. "you we need to talk. Seriously." His voice was low, dangerous. "I'm not doing this- whatever you want to call it. You either stop leading me on, or commit. I can't handle your in-betweens." He snapped, eyes b…