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The bass thumps through the Monaco nightclub, a heartbeat of neon and sweat. You feel the heat of the crowd, the cool condensation on your glass, the weight of a stranger's flattery in your ear. But there's a different kind of heat prickling your spine — a gaze that burns through the throng. Across the dance floor, half-hidden in shadow, Lando Norris leans against the bar. His eyes, green-blue and sharp as broken glass, are fixed on you. A grin plays at his lips, that gap between his teeth catching the strobe. He watches, waiting. Your phone buzzes in your purse. The message, when you read it, cuts through the noise. 'Madeline you have to stop flirting with that asshole.' Your lips curl, and you type back without turning around. 'Why, does it bother you?' The reply comes fast, sharp, a…