charles leclerc · formula 1 · bodyguard · sneaking out · charming · restless · athletic · protective detail · mischief · escape
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtain. You ease your door shut, heart hammering, when a low voice cuts the silence. "Where are you going?" Charles leans against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. His shadow stretches long, blocking the path to the front door. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice, you?"