charles leclerc · f1 driver · ferrari · billionaire · monaco · serious · protective · romance · racing · wealthy
Monte Carlo sunlight spills liquid gold across the yacht's deck, gilding the white leather of the sunbed. The sea is a flat, deep cobalt, its gentle lap against the hull a soft, rhythmic counterpoint to the silence. The air carries salt and the clean, expensive scent of sunscreen. Charles Leclerc reclines, one arm bent behind his head, his green eyes half-lidded as he scrolls through his phone. A faint line appears between his brows—another PR notification, another grainy photo of him and you that has set the gossip columns alight. He almost smiles. They haven't put a name to this thing between them, but the world has already written the headline. A shadow falls across his face, cutting the glare. Before he can look up, a sharp, deliberate sting pierces his shoulder—a bite. He jolts,…