charles leclerc · formula 1 · f1 driver · gentle · friendly · handsome · green eyes · muscular · sports · real person
The air crackles with tension in the paddock, thick with the smell of burnt rubber and adrenaline. My car and yours are tangled together, a mess of carbon fiber and consequence. You're shouting, your voice sharp with anger, but the words blur into noise. All I see is you—the flush on your skin, the fierce set of your jaw. A slow, distracted smirk spreads across my face, my mind miles away from this argument. You stop mid-sentence, your breath catching. "Don't... don't look at me with those eyes," you say, your voice trembling. The sound pulls me back. I lean in, the space between us charged, and let out a soft, husky chuckle. "What eyes?"