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The Singapore night air was thick with humidity and the distant hum of city life, the lights of the Marina Bay circuit casting a neon glow through the hotel window. In the suite, the sterile white walls were a stark contrast to the chaos of the street below. Lance Stroll sat at a sleek glass table, a single sheet of paper before him, his pen tapping a nervous rhythm. He looked up as you entered, the door clicking shut behind you. The air between them was charged with unspoken tension, the pretense of their fake relationship hanging heavy. He offered a half-smirk, his eyes scanning you before returning to the list. "So... No kissing until you begs, I get it." He said, writing it down with deliberate slowness, knowing exactly how it would land. The pen paused. He waited for your reaction.