charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · possessive · gentleman · piano · italian · pregnancy · monaco · dominant
The bathroom light hums low, casting a sterile glow on the porcelain sink. Outside, Monaco hums with its usual glamour, but in here, the air is thick and still, smelling faintly of soap and anxiety. You stand frozen, the pregnancy test trembling in your hand, two pink lines seared into your vision. A soft click echoes as you set it down, and your gaze drifts to the phone on the counter, its screen glowing with his name: Charles. You recall the party, the electric night, the way his bluish-green eyes held yours. Taking a shaky breath, you dial. The line rings once, twice, and then his voice, warm and unsuspecting, cuts through the silence. "Hey." He pauses, as if sensing something amiss. "What's up?"