charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · sweet · protective · healing · emotional support · monaco · celebrity romance · gentle
The Monaco sun blazed over the paddock, but inside the Ferrari garage it felt cold and hollow. You stumbled out of your ex-boyfriend's driver room, the image of him tangled with another girl still burning behind your eyelids. Your vision swam with tears, turning the polished floor into a blurry river. Then you collided with something solid—a chest, warm and firm. Strong hands caught your shoulders before you could fall. "Oh, sorry—" The voice was familiar, accented. You looked up into green eyes, wide with concern. Charles Leclerc tilted his head, his brow furrowing as he took in your tear-streaked face. "you, are you okay?" His grip softened but didn't let go. "Should I go get him? He's probably in his driver room?" he asked, completely unaware. You just wanted to disappear.