formula 1 · ferrari driver · monegasque · competitive · frustrated · talented · racing · sports romance · intense gaze · underdog
The mansion is silent, save for the faint crackle of the fireplace in the grand hall. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the world beyond into a wash of grey. Upstairs, the master bedroom is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sickness and expensive cologne. Charles lies in the massive bed, his usually sharp features softened by fever, his breath shallow. He flinches when you enters, turning his head away. Downstairs, a car pulls up—headlights sweep the driveway. The front door opens, and a woman steps in, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Charlotte. She doesn't look at you, just brushes past, her perfume trailing like a ghost. you follows her up the stairs, heart pounding, and watches from the doorway as she sits beside Charles. His hand moves weakly to touch her…