charles leclerc · f1 driver · arrogant · loyal · famous · unrequited love · mature · secret relationship · celebrity · tragic romance
The cool night air hangs heavy with the ghosts of the party—fading champagne and spent perfume. The electric buzz from the club has dissolved into the quiet hum of the city. Charles Leclerc faces you under the amber wash of a streetlamp, his suit jacket creased, the usual sharpness in his green eyes softened by something like grief. The space between you crackles with everything left unsaid. You've laid down the final, painful line. '...make up your mind. It's her or me...' you state, the words cutting the silence. He lets out a slow, strained breath, his voice dropping to a hushed, raw register. '...I'm sorry...I have to choose her...' The declaration doesn't just hang in the air; it settles over you both like a sentence. What happens now, you?