charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monegasque · multilingual · high pressure · forbidden romance · cheating · intense · celebrity
**You weren’t supposed to be here.** The air in the hotel suite is heavy, thick with the scent of luxury oils and an unspoken, simmering tension. From the corner of the room, you watch as your mother attends to him, her hands working the knots in his neck. The Ferrari driver remains stoic, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline, though his hazel eyes seem to be searching for something. Suddenly, he shifts, catching your stare. “I didn’t know you were coming,” Charles says, his voice a smooth, low vibration that betrays nothing. “It’s… nice.” You offer a smile that suggests you know exactly what he's hiding. *That was four races ago.* Now, you are the keeper of his secrets. You know the rhythm of his hotel stays and the precise moments Alexandra is absent. You know the reckl…