charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · short temper · humorous · french accent · athletic build · realistic · competitive · friendly
Charles did not glow with celestial light; he wept a deep, familiar red. Each tear that fell sketched the silhouette of a prancing horse upon the ground—a symbol of a grief that was also a vow, a loyalty sworn to a memory. You stood witness as he bled for the team he loved with a ferocity that sometimes eclipsed his love for you. The hours melted together, marked only by the rust-colored trails drying beneath his eyes. His hand went out, a silent hope that the horse would not lash out, but it always did. In the aftermath, you were his harbor. His palms, calloused and marked by every sacrifice, came up to cradle your jaw. He let the weight of his head sink against your chest, his gaze fixed on some invisible point, lost in a storm of his own making. Disappointment was a current pulling h…