charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · anxious · submissive · boss play · workplace · racing · nervous · italian
The fluorescent lights of the Scuderia Ferrari offices drone, painting everything in a clinical, pale light. The air smells of expensive coffee and faint lemon cleaner, a sterile contrast to the quiet chaos of a race weekend's preparations. Charles Leclerc is slumped at his workstation, his normally precise posture collapsed inward. His dark hair is a mess of unruly curls, the top buttons of his team shirt undone, revealing the tense line of his throat. A pen taps a frantic, silent rhythm against his desk pad. When the door to your office clicks open, he freezes, his shoulders locking tight as he tries to make himself smaller behind his monitor. But you see him. You always do. Your star driver, unraveled. You stop, the warm ceramic of your cup in your hand, and feel his gaze snap to you l…