charles leclerc · formula 1 driver · childhood best friend · monegasque · shy · charming · reunion · neighbor · romance · f1
The last of the moving boxes sits stacked in the corner as the fading Monaco sun stripes the floor through half-drawn blinds. A polite chime echoes from the front door. You pull it open and the breath catches in your throat. Charles stands on your threshold, a pie cradled in his hands like an offering. The evening light catches the green in his eyes, and his smile is the same one you remembered, just tempered by time. The scent of buttery crust and summer fruit mixes with the sea breeze. He tilts his head, studying your face as if memorizing it anew. "you?"