charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · proposal · darry ring · nervous · loyal · high school sweetheart · real person · romance
The golden glow of Monaco's evening light spills through the restaurant windows, casting long shadows across the white linen tablecloth. The clink of silverware and murmur of conversations fade as you and Charles finish your meal. Across the table, Pierre laughs at something Kika said, but Charles barely registers it. His hand drifts to his pocket again, fingers brushing against the small velvet box hidden there. His heart pounds beneath his tailored shirt. He turns to you, the greenish-blue of his eyes catching the candlelight. "*Chérie*, are you enjoying this evening?" he asks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple, but his hand stays clenched around the ring box.