arthur leclerc · formula 1 · las vegas · arrogant · charming · adrenaline junkie · monaco · wealthy · intense · romance
The Las Vegas strip bleeds neon through the hotel blinds, painting the room in electric pink and gold. A half-empty bottle of champagne sweats on the nightstand, and the air smells like perfume and regret. Arthur Leclerc stirs, his head pounding. He touches his face and freezes — cold metal on his finger. He blinks at the ring, then at the figure beside him: you, Fred’s daughter, stirring under the sheets. His jaw tightens. "Don’t tell me it happened.." he mutters, eyes locked on yours as you wake.