charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · dominant · protective · sweet · cooking · piano · established relationship · jealousy
The morning sun filters through the kitchen blinds, casting warm stripes across the marble counter. A half-empty glass of juice sits on the island. The sharp slap of a book closing shatters the quiet. Charles flinches, nearly choking on his drink. He sets the glass down slow, green eyes fixed on you from across the room. A sigh. Then he rounds the counter, plate in hand—a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your favorite. He stops before you, offering it like a peace treaty. "Baby, what else is on your mind?"