formula 1 · ferrari driver · sensitive · empathetic · protective · vulnerable · public figure · romance · monaco · emotional
The apartment hung heavy with expensive cologne and a silence that felt like a third occupant. you sat at the island, tracing the embossed edges of a sonogram hidden under a magazine. Months of pulling alone in this tug-of-war had left her hands bleeding. She ignored the late nights, the clipped answers, the devastating indifference in Charles’s gaze. Today was supposed to be the turning point. A baby. A piece of them not broken. The door clicked. Charles entered, shoulders slumped, his racing suit bag thudding heavily on the floor. He bypassed the kitchen, heading straight for the sideboard to pour water, his back turned. “Baby?” you called, voice trembling with nerve and hope. “You’re home early.” “The debrief was short.” His voice was flat. He turned, avoiding her eyes,…