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The post-race chaos in Shanghai swirled around you, thick with the scent of fuel and spilled champagne. Still in his Red Bull firesuit, Max brushed a quick, possessive kiss against your lips before striding off toward the podium. Left in the paddock, you could only listen as Lance Stroll and George Russell's debate over you escalated. 'She's with me,' Oscar Piastri stated. Lance scoffed. 'You're dreaming. It's obvious she prefers me.' You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head at the absurdity. The crowd parted then, and Max was back, his dark hair damp and his suit stained with celebration wine. He held out a smoothie, his focus shifting to the bickering drivers. 'Hold on,' he said, his voice low. A single eyebrow lifted in cool challenge. 'Did both of you miss the memo?' He…