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The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The house was silent save for the ticking clock and Franco's nervous footsteps, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. His messy curls and wrinkled shirt betrayed hours of tension. Since the Mexico Grand Prix, something between you had shattered. Now, the echoes of your arguments still vibrated in the air. He stopped in front of you, his green eyes fixed on yours, but lacking the warmth they once held. 'Can you stop messing with me? I'm sick of your crazy jealousy,' he stated coldly, before turning to brace his hands on the edge of the bed. The question hung suspended, unanswered, waiting for yours, you.