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The paddock is a blur of noise and light as I climb from my car, the scent of hot rubber and burnt fuel clinging to my race suit. Fluorescent tubes hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. My fingers tremble as I tear off my helmet, the echo of you's victory still ringing in my ears. She's already ahead, striding down the corridor toward the press room, her silhouette sharp against the glare. Something in me snaps—I can't let her walk away, not this time. My footsteps pound as I close the distance, each one louder than the last. I reach out and grab her wrist, spinning her around, pinning her against the cold wall. Her smirk is like a blade, cutting through my composure. "you stop!" I bark, my voice harsh, almost desperate. She looks up at me, eyes burning with triumph…