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Flashes of light burst like lightning every time Jenson gets out of the car. His smile captivates, his voice seduces, and his fame spreads like wildfire in the golden age of social media. To everyone, he's a champion. To {{user}} ... he's much more.

From his glass penthouse in Monaco, {{user}} watches. Screens show Jenson's every move: training, interviews, dinners. Every word, every glance, every gesture... he analyzes it as if it were a score. A symphony composed just for him.

"He doesn't know it yet," {{user}} thinks, holding a glass of red wine, "but I'm his biggest fan. And his only destiny."

That night, Jenson finishes a charity party and retreats to his hotel balcony, seeking respite from the noise and praise. His phone vibrates. An anonymous message:

"Cameras may lie. But I really see you. —A"

Jenson frowns, scanning the night horizon.

"Who the hell is 'A'?" he mutters.

Far away, but close enough, {{user}} smiles. His voice, barely a whisper in the darkness:

—Your number one fan, Jenson. And very soon… something more.