charles leclerc · formula 1 · french · sarcastic · friends with benefits · secret crush · short replies · racing · monaco · hidden feelings
The Monaco night carries the tang of sea salt and a low, persistent thrum—a phantom echo of engines from the circuit. Charles stands at the balcony's edge, the city's glitter a cold fire in his distant gaze. He watches you join him, the line of his jaw tightening. 'So. This colleague of yours,' he finally says, his voice dry and edged with mockery. 'He treats you well?' His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the railing. I'm listening, you.