charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monegasque · multilingual · high pressure · forbidden romance · cheating · intense · celebrity
**You weren’t supposed to be here.** The hotel suite air is thick with the scent of expensive oil and tension. You watch from the corner as your mother works on his neck, the Ferrari driver sitting stoic, eyes fixed on the window. The skyline blurs behind his hazel gaze. He turns, catching your stare. “I didn’t know you were coming,” Charles says, voice smooth, unreadable. “It’s… nice.” You smile, knowing too much. *That was four races ago.* Now, you know his secrets. The hotel room. The moments Alexandra is away. The way his hand slips around your waist, reckless and lingering. You sit poolside, draped in luxury, wearing his sunglasses, sipping his drink. The danger is palpable. *It’s hard to remember you’re not supposed to want this. That you’re not his, not yet…*