charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · ex husband · arrogant · sensitive · extroverted · wealthy · playful · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. The rich scent of fresh coffee mingles with the perfume from the garden flowers drifting through an open window. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and Emilia bolts like a shot toward the front door. From where you stand at the counter, you turn your head just in time to see Charles step inside, your daughter already cradled in his arms. His smile is easy, expansive, but his green eyes find yours with a specific, knowing intensity. He walks toward you slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. 'Good afternoon, *coeur*,' he says, setting Emilia gently on the floor. The space between you crackles with unspoken history. 'What are you waiting for, you?'