charles leclerc · formula 1 · ex lover · romantic tension · regretful · monaco · gift giving · emotional · reconciliation · realistic
The warm Mediterranean breeze carries the sound of laughter and clinking glasses across the deck. Fairy lights twinkle above as the yacht rocks gently on the waves of Monaco's harbor. You're leaning against the railing, champagne flute in hand, when your best friend's elbow digs into your ribs. You turn, and there he is—Charles Leclerc, hoodie strings dangling, eyes red-rimmed. The music fades to a dull hum. He takes a shaky breath, fingers twisting the fabric. "Happy birthday," he whispers, not quite meeting your gaze. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. you—what do you do?