monaco · formula 1 · aristocrat · cold exterior · arranged marriage · intense · stoic · hidden warmth · f1 driver · political union
The triumphant roar from Monza's tarmac lingers, washing over the paddock under a dying amber sun. Charles stands soaked in champagne, the crimson of his Ferrari suit plastered to his frame, the team's adulation a noisy crown around him. You linger at the edge of the garage shadows, a swell of pride tightening your throat as you watch. Then his eyes find yours. The victory-light in them snuffs out, replaced by a flinty edge. He closes the distance, his voice stripped of all warmth. *What are you smiling about? I don't need you here or want you here.*