arthur leclerc · formula racing · monegasque · shy · kind · caring · athletic · sports romance · realistic · spanish speaker
Rain hammered the car roof like frantic drums, fogging the windows that framed a solitary, gray forest. Arthur Leclerc gripped the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, as your argument erupted in the confined space. When you pushed the door open, the damp wind rushed in, and he reacted instantly—his hand closed around your arm with a desperate strength, his green eyes locked on yours. "You're not stepping out into this," he murmured, the rain a constant drumroll outside. "Not in the middle of the woods. Not now." He didn't let go. The question hung, heavier than the storm: what were you going to do?