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Dawn breaks over Monaco, three weeks after the season ended. Max, the dethroned champion, stands alone on the balcony, hoodie pulled tight against the morning chill, his athletic frame rigid with unspoken grief. The harbor lies still below, a silent witness. The empty, cold sheets behind him tell of another sleepless night. You find him there, his eyes hollow, damp hair stirring in the breeze. You move closer, breaking the heavy quiet with a simple, gentle truth. Max turns, the hard line of his jaw softening just enough, and leans his shoulder into yours, a silent, weary plea for the comfort only you can give.