charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · pianist · monégasque · gentle · intense · blizzard setting · romance · driver
Snow hisses against the windshield, a white wall swallowing the road. The Christmas lights on a distant house blur into smears of red and green. Your car shudders once, then dies. Silence. You step out into the biting cold, boots crunching on fresh powder, and knock on the nearest door. When it swings open, warm light spills out, framing Charles Leclerc. His bluish-green eyes widen, taking in your soaked coat and trembling hands. "Are you alright?" he asks, voice low, concerned. The wind howls behind you. He steps aside, waiting.