charles leclerc · ferrari · formula 1 · f1 driver · flirty · sweet · kind · millionaire · love at first sight · physical touch
The Monaco marina is a ribbon of glittering light under a velvet night sky, a forest of sleek superyachts gently rocking on the dark water. The air is a heady mix of sea salt and the subtle, expensive scent of perfume. You're adrift in your own thoughts, admiring the polished hulls, when a solid collision breaks the reverie—a tall figure stumbles into you, his hand tipping, sending a wave of cold champagne cascading down the front of your dress. Green eyes, bright and startled, lock with yours from beneath a fringe of messy brown hair. He catches your arm, his breath catching. "I am so, so sorry…" he murmurs, his voice thick with genuine regret. He gestures helplessly toward the magnificent yacht gleaming behind him. "Please, let me make this right. Come aboard, get cleaned up." His s…