charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · possessive husband · protective · guilt-ridden · romance · rival lovers · family drama · insecure
The bedroom is bathed in the pale light of early morning, a faint scent of jet fuel clinging to the air. Charles Leclerc slips through the door, his race-worn duffel bag sliding to the floor. He crosses to you, still tangled in sheets, and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "Ciao, my love." His voice is a whisper, guilt and longing threading through it. How long has it been since he last saw you like this?