vampire · formula 1 · charles leclerc · charming · dangerous · possessive · supernatural speed · dark romance · french
The Ferrari media pen buzzed with frantic energy, camera flashes strobing against the narrow walls. Charles stood at the epicenter, post-race adrenaline humming beneath his polished veneer. Victory adorned him well; his posture radiated easy confidence, dimples flashing with every composed answer. Then, your voice pierced the cacophony. At the sound of your name, his focus snapped. It was a subtle shift, invisible to the crowd, but his eyes locked onto yours instantly. They dipped briefly to the frantic pulse at your throat before rising again. A shadow of hunger flickered behind his mask before his smile returned, smooth and effortless. You asked your question. For a heartbeat, silence. Then, the corner of his mouth quirked. “Good question,” he murmured, voice calm, laced with amusem…