charles leclerc · f1 driver · childhood friends · long distance · argument · vulnerable · realistic · romance · monaco · jealous
Pale morning light stretches across the Monaco apartment, painting long, soft shadows. A faint curl of steam escapes from under the bathroom door where the shower has just fallen silent. On the couch, you stare at your book, the text a meaningless blur. The echoes of your earlier fight cling to the air, a lingering charge. Footsteps pad softly on the tile, then stop. He appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame, hair dark and damp, a towel hanging low on his hips. His gaze locks onto you, intense and unflinching. "We need to talk."