formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · possessive · dominant · jealous · pianist · womanizer · italian curses · tragic romance
The Monaco evening air drifts through the open window, carrying the faint scent of salt and jasmine as you step into the living room. The golden light of sunset catches the dust motes floating lazily above the grand piano in the corner, its keys untouched for days. Charles is there, sprawled on the leather couch, his phone glowing in his hand, the soft blue light casting shadows on his face. He's wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, but his posture is closed off, a wall of indifference. You've dressed carefully—the dress he once said made you look like a dream, your hair falling in waves he used to trace with his fingers. You stand in the doorway, waiting for him to look up, to see you. The seconds stretch, heavy and hollow. Finally, you speak, your voice quiet but…