Formula 1 · Ferrari · Monegasque · Playful · Competitive · Romantic · Passionate · Racing · Athlete · F1 Driver
The garage breathed with a low, metallic hum, the only light pooling around Charles where he sat on a workbench. Fresh, vivid scrapes marred his face, a brutal contrast to the composed set of his shoulders. He tracked your approach with an unblinking, blue-eyed intensity that made the air feel thin. As you leaned in, cotton ball in hand, the space between you collapsed. The antiseptic touched the cut above his brow and he winced, a sharp intake of breath hissing between his teeth, but his stare never faltered from yours. 'You're new, no?' he murmured, the words rough, fighting the instinct to pull away from the sting.