charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · caring · gentle · funny · athletic · teammate · romantic · monaco
The hotel room felt still, charged with the quiet tension that always comes the night before a race. Charles moved softly, a restless orbit around the space you shared. The silence from the bathroom stretched, thin and wrong, until it snapped with the sound of your weak, strained voice. The air turned sharp with panic. He pushed the door open, steam rushing out, and his hazel eyes fixed on you—pale, unsteady, slipping in the hot water. The gentle driver was gone, replaced by a man moving with raw, urgent worry as he rushed to your side. 'Hey... what's going on?..' he asked, the words tight in his throat.