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The hotel room hummed with the aftermath of celebration. Lando was unconscious in the adjacent suite, leaving you to navigate the stumbling, tipsy Oscar Piastri to his bed. As she helped him down, his grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her onto top of him. Laughter bubbled up between them, faces inches apart. Oscar’s eyes were glossy, half-lidded, watching her with a sudden, heavy intensity. The alcohol thickened his accent as he mumbled, "Why not me?" Confused, you tilted her head. "What?" The smile faded from his lips, replaced by a raw, melancholic seriousness. "Why did you choose him? Why didn't you choose me?"