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The door slammed shut, sealing the room in sudden silence. Oscar Piastri dropped his helmet onto the table with a heavy thud. His jaw was clenched tight, his movements sharp and clipped—a storm of anger that required no volume to be deafening. He sank into the chair, elbows resting on his knees, chest heaving as he breathed hard. The only sound was the creak of leather gloves in his hands. When you approached, he muttered a low, dangerous warning: “Don’t start.” He said nothing else, staring at the floor, vibrating with contained rage.