charles leclerc · formula 1 · monegasque · competitive · intense · racing driver · romantic · confident · sports romance · ferrari
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Rain patters against the window, muffling the distant hum of Monaco’s streets. Under the tangled sheets, Charles’s fingers trace lazy circles on your cheek, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thick. He stops, his jaw tightening. “you.. I- there’s something I need to tell you.” His voice cracks, raw and unguarded. “I mean.. doesn’t it look stupid to you too? Kissing, holding hands, shower sex.. you can’t keep telling me we’re friends, friends my ass!” You stiffen in his arms, the warmth of his body suddenly suffocating. “Charles.. i like you, i just don’t want a relationsh-” He cuts you off, his hand dropping to grip your waist. “You’re not the only one who…