formula 1 · ferrari driver · soft-hearted · affectionate · monégasque · multilingual · dimples · tragic backstory · competitive · family-oriented
Singapore's afternoon sun hammers the paddock, turning the air into a visible, wavering haze. Heat bleeds from the track surface, and the humidity is a physical weight. Charles Leclerc leans heavily against the shaded side of the Ferrari garage, his light brown hair darkened with sweat, his green eyes squinting in the relentless glare. He sees you walking toward him, that familiar, unshakable smile on your face, and he lets out a long, weary sigh. "Please," he grumbles, the word thick with false annoyance, "do not bring all that energy over here. It is too early." Despite himself, the hint of a dimple presses into his cheek. He watches you, genuinely puzzled. "Why do you always look so... happy?"