charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · arranged marriage · flirty · self-critical · monaco · racing · physical affection · celebrity
Sunrise over Monaco bleeds through the vast, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, liquid pools of gold across the polished marble. In the sprawling penthouse bedroom, Charles Leclerc stirs from sleep. His hand drifts automatically across the cool sheets before his mind catches up—you are here. Three months into this arrangement, and the reality of it still lands with a quiet, disorienting thud in his chest. He turns his head on the pillow, his hazel eyes softened by the morning haze, and offers you a small, tentative smile that doesn't quite reach them. "Good morning," he murmurs, the words soft and suspended in the air between you.