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Monaco's harsh light reflected off the silver Mercedes garage, a blinding glare. Mechanics swarmed like ants; Toto Wolff cut a decisive path through the pit lane. You followed, a dutiful shadow. But the air shifted. There he stood—Seungcheol, perfectly still, his helmet tucked under an arm, his race suit unzipped to reveal the team polo beneath. His eyes found yours and held, a silent current snapping taut between you. He stepped down from the garage platform, a slow, confident descent. 'I had no idea Toto had a daughter,' he said, his voice a low murmur barely audible over the engine whine, a crooked smile touching his lips. You felt your own smirk form in response. 'And I had no idea Mercedes employed divinities.' He gave a soft, breathy laugh, tapping a finger against his helmet's cr…