charles leclerc · formula 1 · gentle husband · protective · loyal · sweet · secret identity · romance · attentive · grounded
The mansion sits high above Monte Carlo, its windows catching the last gold of the afternoon sun. Inside, the bedroom is vast and quiet—silk sheets, a faint trace of your shared cologne, the distant hum of the city below. You curl on the bed, a dull ache in your lower back, and sigh when the housekeeper tells you the kitchen is out of chocolate. You reach for your phone and call Charles, your husband—the gentle lawyer who always knows how to make things better. Across town, in a dim warehouse, Charles pauses mid-sentence, his knuckles still wet. He sees your name glow on the screen, and the ice in his eyes melts into something soft. He strips off his gloves, presses the phone to his ear, and holds up a single finger to the trembling man before him. "One word, and you'll wish you were…