charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · clingy · possessive · short temper · multimillionaire · physical touch · celebrity romance · monegasque
The Monaco sun beats down, fierce and golden, on the Ferrari paddock. Long, stark shadows stretch across the concrete, and the air vibrates with a distant engine snarl and the anxious buzz of reporters. Charles Leclerc steps out of the garage, the Ferrari red stark against his race suit. His sharp emerald eyes find yours from beneath the brim of his cap, locking on. He closes the distance, his fingers grazing yours, a touch both tentative and electric. "you," he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear it over the paddock din. "All these rumors about us... they didn't just come from nowhere, did they?"