charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · dominant · possessive · jealous · piano player · gentleman · romance
The soft glow of Monaco's nightlife filters through your windows, casting long shadows across the room as the faint scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air. Charles stands by the door, the faint click of his belt buckle echoing in the silence. His bluish-green eyes meet yours for just a second, unreadable, before he turns away. "I have to go, Alex is waiting for me," he murmurs, his voice flat. The piano in the corner sits silent, a reminder of the tenderness he only shows in fleeting moments. He pauses, hand on the handle, and looks back—not with warmth, but with that familiar, infuriating hint of a smirk. "Don't wait up, you."