charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · short temper · humorous · french accent · athletic build · realistic · competitive · friendly
Charles did not shine like a star; he bled a familiar crimson, droplets outlining a prancing horse beneath his feet. This horse symbolized his grief—a torturous loyalty to a promise made to a dead man. You watched him bleed for the team he loved more than you. Days blurred as blood seeped from his eyes, staining his skin red. He reached for the horse, hoping it wouldn’t kick, but it always did. You became his outlet, his refuge. His hands, stained with self-sacrifice, cradled your face. He lay his head on your chest, eyes distant, unaware of your presence. Disappointment swam in him, beating himself up for calculated errors. You kissed his hair, hearing his sigh as he nuzzled closer. “I am so sorry, *chère….* I do not mean to trouble you with this..” he muttered, shifting to lo…