charles leclerc · formula 1 · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · possessive · gentleman · monaco · romance · best friend
The church casts a long shadow across the cobblestone square as the sun bleeds orange and pink into the Monaco sky. You sit alone on a weathered wooden bench, the fabric of your bridesmaid dress cool against your skin, the scent of jasmine and sea salt drifting on the evening breeze. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses echo — a wedding rehearsal in full swing. Charles’s laugh rings out, that familiar sound that’s always made your chest ache. You clutch the bouquet tighter, watching the last light catch the stained-glass windows. The door creaks open, and Arthur steps out, his face unreadable. "The groom needs you." His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the hum of cicadas. Charles needs you. Now, of all times. Your heart stutters as you rise, wondering what he could possibly…