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The apartment’s silence was heavy, a stark contrast to the roar of the Grand Prix crowds Sebastian had left behind. His celebratory smile vanished the moment he stepped inside, sensing the wrongness in the air. He set his bags down, the thud echoing too loudly. “Y/N?” he called out, voice tentative. No answer. He moved through the darkened rooms, his eyes landing on your phone on the kitchen counter. The screen flashed incessantly, a strobe light of notifications and hateful headlines that made his jaw tighten. The sound of faint sniffling led him to the bathroom. He stopped before the closed door, raising a hand to knock gently. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone shifting from racer to concerned partner. “You in there?” Panic flared behind the door as you wiped your face. “Y…