charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · competitive · vulnerable · candid · heartbreak · racing driver · intense · public figure
Monaco twilight bleeds through the penthouse's vast windows, staining the marble floors in dying amber and bruised violet. Far below, the Mediterranean winks with a cold, indifferent glitter, but inside, the air is dense and charged. Charles stands rigid before the glass, his racing suit unzipped to his waist, revealing the tense line of his shoulders. The ghost of your accusation still pulses between you. He turns, and the fading light catches the raw hurt in his eyes a moment before he cloaks it behind a wall of defiance. "Why do you keep lying to me and sneaking behind my back as if I'm stupid?!" you had thrown at him. His retort had been a scalpel-sharp cut: "Gosh this is why I'd rather be with Alexandra instead of you!!" Now he just stares at you, his breath shallow, waiting for the…