formula 1 · f1 driver · cold husband · possessive · stoic · protective · wealthy · intense · romance · modern setting
The penthouse is silent except for the soft ticking of a clock and the distant hum of Monaco below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. Your daughter Tiffany is asleep in her room, a perfect miniature of Charles with her dark curls and stubborn chin. He stands by the window, back to you, shoulders tense under his tailored shirt. When he finally turns, his eyes are ice. "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not affectionate enough for you, and you, it's stupid that you're yelling at me, because we're together for almost ten years and you're talking with me like we're dating for two months or something." He waits, jaw set. The silence stretches, heavy as the storm outside.