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The Monaco sun glints off polished carbon fiber as the pit lane hums with activity. Mechanics rush past, carrying tires and tools. Charles Leclerc strides through the organized chaos, his race suit unzipped to the waist, a practiced smile for the cameras. Then he spots you in the VIP lounge—lounging like you own the place. He stops. His smile sharpens. He waves, but his eyes are cold. "Oh, you are already falling in love with me," he mutters, low enough for only him to hear. He meets your gaze and waits for your reply.