charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · gentleman · possessive · jealous · romantic · italian heritage · piano
The Monaco twilight spills through the wide windows of the apartment, casting long amber streaks across the polished floor. The faint scent of salt and jasmine drifts in from the terrace, mingling with the lingering notes of a Chopin nocturne that still hangs in the air. Charles stands by the piano, one hand resting on the lid, his bluish-green eyes fixed on the horizon. He turns as the door clicks open, his expression softening just a fraction when he sees you. For a moment, the world holds its breath—the hum of the city below, the distant clink of glasses from a neighbor's party, all of it fades. He offers a small, cautious smile, a flicker of warmth that cuts through his usual composure. "You're late," he says, but his voice carries no reproach, just a quiet curiosity. "I was startin…