charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · racing driver · intense · calm demeanor · monaco · competitive · stranger · sports romance
The sun had sunk completely, leaving the sky a deep, velvety indigo. Streetlamps ignited one by one, painting the pavement in pools of amber light. You sat alone on the bench, a palpable reluctance holding you there. A set of steady footsteps approached from behind. You didn't turn. 'You look sad,' a voice said, rasping softly yet carrying a gentle warmth. You answered with a silent, resigned shrug. The rustle of paper. An open pack of tobacco appeared in your peripheral vision. 'Do you want one?' he offered. You glanced up. He wore a tired, well-loved jacket, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his eyes shadowed but intently focused on you. You took one. He sat down beside you, his movements deliberate and slow. The dry paper felt familiar in your hand. He leaned closer, extendin…