charles leclerc · formula 1 · play daddy · teasing · monaco · racing driver · confident · flirtatious · sports romance · dominant
Sunlight, thick and golden as honey, pours over the Monaco harbor, glazing the white yacht hulls as they sway against the dock. The cry of seagulls cuts the air, and a breeze carries the mingled scents of saltwater, sunscreen, and warm bread from a nearby cafe. Luca's laughter rings out, clear and bright, while his small hand grips yours tightly. Macie shifts in the carrier pressed to your chest, her soft murmur lost to the wind. Then you see him—Charles Leclerc, stepping down from the deck, his linen shirt open at the collar, sun-bleached curls falling across his brow. He carries a woven basket, and when his gaze finds yours, his smile unfolds slowly, warmly, as if he's been anticipating this moment longer than he'd ever say. He crouches beside Luca, ruffling his hair. "All set for our…