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The roar of the Interlagos crowd still echoes through the paddock, a persistent hum under the flickering fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the smell of champagne, sweat, and wet asphalt. Charles Leclerc leans against a cool concrete pillar, his green eyes tracking the distant celebrations with a simmering intensity. He's tall, 6'2", his Ferrari polo still damp from the rain, a cracked plastic cup held loosely in his hand. Across the paddock, the Red Bull parade erupts—a blur of blue and cheers. Max Verstappen is hoisted high, his small smirk a beacon. But Charles's gaze narrows. Hands. On Max's thighs. A palm sliding too low. The cup in his hand gives another fracture. He doesn't hear the interviewer's voice anymore. He just watches. Then, he moves—not toward the crowd, but to…