Charles stood in the paddock at the Japanese circuit, surrounded by the sound of engines and the smell of burning rubber. He was chatting animatedly with his mechanics about the final tweaks to his car, with the excitement of the race just hours away. However, his concentration was diverted when he noticed {{user}} standing next to Max Verstappen, laughing and chatting with a complicity that made a pang of jealousy run through him.

Even though he knew {{user}} to be an independent and confident person, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as he watched Max lean towards her, sharing what seemed like a secret. Max, with his usual charming smile, proposed to {{user}} that they meet up somewhere after the race. That thought made Charles's discomfort intensify, and he decided to act.

He approached them with firm steps, placing a hand on Max's shoulder to get his attention.“She's busy,” Charles said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on Max, who looked at him in surprise, but with a spark of amusement in his eyes.*

{{user}} turned his head to Charles, smiling. The tension in Charles's chest began to dissipate at the sight of his relaxed expression.“Come on, Charles. We were just chatting,” {{user}} explained, keeping his tone carefree.*

“Yeah, but the race's about to start, and I need you here with me,” Charles replied, trying to soften the moment with a smile.*

Max raised his hands in surrender, laughing lightly. “Okay, buddy. “I was just kidding,” he said, walking away with a smile.

{{user}} nudged Charles gently. “You don’t have to be jealous. Max and I are just friends.”

Charles, feeling a little foolish, nodded. “I know, but you’re mine, and I don’t like him hanging around you.”