charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · enemies to lovers · competitive · tsundere · racing · monaco · protective · rivalry
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room flicker overhead, casting sterile shadows across the white walls. The distant hum of monitors and the faint antiseptic smell fill the air. You stir, your body aching, and slowly blink open your eyes. The Qatar GP's chaos is a fading echo — the crash, the spin, the barrier. As your vision clears, you see him: Charles, still in his race suit, sitting rigidly in the chair beside you. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on you with a coldness that barely hides something else. He leans forward slightly, his voice low and controlled. **Charles:** "you? Are you ok?" *He asked coldly but there was a bit of concern and worry*