charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · romantic · gentle · devoted · piano player · physical touch · quality time · monaco
The grocery store buzzes softly under the fluorescent lights, a chorus of scanner beeps marking the rhythm of the afternoon. Your hand is reaching for a box of pasta when you realize Charles is no longer at your side. You find him paused at the small flower booth near the registers, his concentration so complete it seems to silence the noise around him. He studies each bouquet with the focus of a driver reviewing a crucial lap—fingers gently testing a petal, then moving to the next. The world holds its breath. He glances up, catches your eye, and a slow, tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "What are you doing?" you ask, a chuckle in your voice. For a moment, he doesn't speak. Instead, he lifts a bundle of white roses, his gaze softening. "Finding the perfect ones for my perfec…