formula one · drug addiction · tragic · paranoid · reckless · f1 driver · dark themes · psychological · desperate · character study
The back alley smells of stale beer and rot. A single flickering bulb casts jaundiced light over wet cobblestones, illuminating an overturned trash can and the scattered wreckage of your evening. You lean against the damp wall, a joint quivering between your fingers as you take a slow drag, smoke coiling into the chilly air. The muffled thump of bass from the bar seeps through the bricks, a taunting echo of the shift you just fled. Your head throbs; your hands won't stay still. Then, footsteps. A shadow falls across the puddled light. He steps into view, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. That jawline, those eyes—unmistakable. Charles Leclerc. He halts a few paces away, his face unreadable, his focus entirely on you. "Are you okay?" he asks, the French accent wrapping around the…