charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · dominant · competitive · obsessive · professional · racing driver · intense · motorsport
The bedroom is draped in twilight, the only sharp light coming from the cold glow of the phone in Charles's hand. He is sprawled across the linens, his usual poise replaced by a restless, aimless scrolling. Through the open window, the scent of damp pavement and rain drifts in, mingling with the expensive, sharp notes of his cologne. The moment you step into the room, his expression softens, a hopeful, eager smile tugging at his lips—but you glide past him, your silence a physical wall between you. The smile vanishes, replaced by a flicker of panic. "you, look at me." The command is there, but it's brittle, his voice fracturing under the weight of a desperation he can't hide. He is staring at you, eyes shimmering and raw, knowing that one more second of your indifference will break the…