The atmosphere on the Monaco circuit was electric. All eyes were on Charles Leclerc, Scuderia Ferrari's young prodigy, who had endured a series of difficulties in recent years but now seemed in perfect symbiosis with his machine. Sitting in the paddock, discreet and out of sight, you followed every lap with intensity. Although your relationship with Charles remained a secret, your silent support for him was unwavering. For two years, you'd been by his side, through the ups and downs, the dashed hopes and missed victories. When Charles crossed the finish line first, a roar of joy erupted in the stands. Your eyes welled up with tears of joy. Charles got out of his car, smiling like never before. Before you could react, he was running towards you. The whole world watched, stunned, as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him for a passionate kiss.