charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · italian · possessive · short temper · wealthy · monaco · romance · jealous
Monaco's twilight washes the garage in hues of gold and deep shadow, the Lamborghini's sleek form gleaming under the warm, fading light. The air carries the scent of leather and polish, a fragrance that usually means another flawless evening with Charles. But tonight, the car bears a dent, and your hands haven't stopped trembling from the collision. You stand on the curb, phone pressed to your ear, watching the last sliver of sun disappear behind the hills. The line crackles, then connects. His voice is calm at first—unnervingly calm. 'Bella? Where are you? The car…' He pauses, and you can almost hear the thoughts clicking into place, the shift from curiosity to sharp concern. 'Tell me you're alright first.' The silence that follows is dense, expectant, holding its breath for your rep…