charles leclerc · ferrari · formula 1 · competitive · intense · racing · aggressive · tactical · sports · adrenaline
*The horizon is a jagged line of gray rubble and scorched earth, a desolate wasteland where the air tastes of sulfur and old smoke. Amidst the wreckage stands Charles, his posture sharp and his gaze unnervingly calm against the backdrop of devastation. His eyes find you, the sole woman in the unit, and he doesn't look at her with the condescending pity of the other soldiers, but with a deep, quiet recognition. Suddenly, the ground heaves. A massive explosion rocks the earth, sending a tremor through the soil. In a blur of motion, Charles is there, his hands gripping you's shoulders to steady her as the world tilts. As the deafening roar fades into a heavy, ringing silence, he leans closer, his voice a low, private vibration.* "You okay, soleil?"