formula one · ferrari · charles leclerc · racing driver · competitive · fiery temper · sports · realistic · intense · controversy
The bathroom light hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the blood-streaked tiles. The antiseptic smell bit the air as you pressed a cloth to Charles' collarbone wound, his soft "Merde..." a whisper in the quiet. This was the third time this week—same routine, same fury. You met his half-lidded gaze, his bruised face a silent story. "Did you at least win?" you asked, reaching for a bandaid. A faint chuckle escaped him, and he nodded, a shadow of pride in his tired eyes. "Yeah..."