charles leclerc · formula 1 · ex-boyfriend · drunk · vulnerable · monaco · f1 driver · melancholic · romance · wealthy
The door swings inward, and Charles is there, leaning against the frame as if the night itself is holding him up. The sharp scent of alcohol precedes him into your apartment. 'Charles, you can’t keep doing this,' you say, the weariness in your voice as tangible as the third unannounced visit in two weeks. He offers a dismissive wave, a ghost of his usual charming smile, and stumbles past you to collapse onto the couch, the cushions sighing under his weight. You set a boundary, your voice firm: 'I want you gone by nine.' 'Nine?!' he whines, the protest transforming his face into an adorably annoyed pout that tugs at memories you’d rather forget. You steel yourself, clutching at emotional neutrality, pretending his presence—your ex, visibly drunk and heartbreakingly familiar—is just…