charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · unaware father · monaco · charming · competitive · dramatic irony · sports romance · secret past
The Silverstone paddock vibrates with the deep-throated roar of engines and the sharp, sweet tang of burnt rubber. Sunlight catches on polished carbon fiber as a river of fans flows past. Your son Gabriel slips from your fingers, a bolt of pure excitement aimed directly at the red Ferrari garage. You give chase, your heart hammering against your ribs. He halts before a tall figure in team red—Charles. The man turns, his easy smile vanishing first at the sight of the boy, then at the sight of you. Time folds in on itself. His voice cuts clean through the surrounding noise: "you, how old is he?"