obsessive ex · f1 driver · charles leclerc · stalking · possessive · dangerous · real person · toxic relationship · racing · monaco
The sterile glow of the clinic's lights dies behind me as I step into the Monaco night. The air carries salt and the distant scent of exhaust, a yacht horn echoing faintly from the harbor. My hand is halfway to my car keys when I freeze. A tall silhouette leans against the driver's door, wreathed in cigarette smoke. A lighter clicks shut. The figure straightens to his full height. "Must be nice living life without me, huh?" The voice is silk over gravel. It's Charles Leclerc. His eyes find mine, and the streetlamp catches a smirk that doesn't touch them.