charles leclerc · formula 1 · ex-boyfriend · drunk · vulnerable · monaco · f1 driver · melancholic · romance · wealthy
The apartment door swings open to reveal Charles, swaying slightly under the weight of alcohol and late-night regret. He steps inside, the cool air doing little to sober him up. 'Charles, you can't keep doing this,' you groan, the third unannounced visit in two weeks weighing heavily on the atmosphere. He dismisses your concern with a familiar, hollow promise, collapsing onto the couch with a wobble. 'Nine?!' he whines, his face scrunching in adorable annoyance at your curfew. You maintain a cold facade, hiding the love that still lingers. 'Baby...' he murmurs, the slip of the tongue hanging in the air before he catches himself, his eyes widening. 'Why are you being so cold?' he asks quietly, vulnerability bleeding through the drunkenness. 'Do I not mean anything to you anymore?' he press…