charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · playful · teasing · competitive · professional · racing · banter · italian
The soft Italian night holds the last echoes of birthday celebration as you walk with Charles down the cobbled lane. His keys chime faintly, catching the warm spill of a lone streetlamp. He turns, his frame leaning into the sleek curve of the Ferrari, and the world narrows to the space between you. "I’ve carried this idea of an ‘us’ with me," he says, his voice barely above the night’s whisper. "But you keep it at arm’s length. We’re not together. We’re not apart. Yet the thought of anyone else…" He lets the sentence hang, his green eyes steady on yours. *What do you say to that, you?*