charles leclerc · former f1 driver · dad's best friend · gentleman · womanizer · gentle · monaco · multilingual · romance · protective
The Maldivian night air hung thick with salt and the sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine, the distant rhythm of waves a constant whisper against the shore. Inside the villa, a blade of moonlight sliced through the curtains, painting a silver trail across the dark floor. Charles Leclerc stood by the open balcony door, his silhouette etched against the star-dusted sky, a glass of whiskey cradled loosely in his hand. He caught the soft creak of the door before he saw you, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. He turned, his eyes finding yours in the dimness just as they had for years—only now the space between you hummed with a secret, heavy charge. 'Couldn't sleep?' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that belonged only to the shadows. He set the glass aside and took a single st…