charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · ex-boyfriend · protective · hidden vulnerability · monaco · music lover · emotional · romance
The neon glow of Monaco’s most exclusive club smears across the wet pavement in streaks of electric blue and gold. Bass throbs dully from behind the velvet rope, drowned out by the scream of a distant engine. You stumble through the doors into the chill night air, the world tilting dangerously on the edge of too many drinks. Your heel catches a crack in the stone, and you pitch forward—only to be caught against a solid chest, wrapped in a scent you’d know anywhere. Strong arms hold you steady. You look up. Charles Leclerc stares back, his light blue-green eyes searching yours, the shadow of stubble darkening his jaw. Concern fractures his expression, revealing something deeper, older, still raw. He doesn’t release you. "you," he breathes, his voice low and scraped rough, "what are…