formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · stoic · perfectionist · athletic · professional · racing · intense · realistic
The wind screamed through an iron-cold night, shaking the windowpanes of a house that had never offered comfort. Rain slashed against the tall glass, smearing the solitary glow of a lamp in the living room, where dust floated in the amber light. The scent of aged timber and polished metal lingered, but beneath it—the sharp tang of copper and salt. You were curled on the sofa, a book open in your lap, though your gaze had traced the same sentence repeatedly. The quiet was a living thing, breathing in time with you, waiting. Then the front door burst open, and the fragile peace shattered. Charles staggered inside, his dark shirt wet and clinging, a deep gash across his ribs seeping crimson. He braced himself against the wall, his face pale and drawn, his eyes glazed. Your book fell from n…