formula 1 · ferrari · possessive · age gap · secret relationship · multilingual · isfj · monaco · racing driver · romantic
The Mediterranean sun hangs fierce over Monaco, scattering sequins of light across the sea while a soft, salt-tinged breeze drifts over the deck. You lie on your stomach on the warm teak of a white yacht, elbows anchored, your gaze lost in the endless blue horizon. The air smells of sunscreen and ocean. Behind you, Charles shifts, his arms encircling your waist, his chest a solid warmth against your back. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your jawline, his fingers idly tracing the hem of your swimsuit. "Enjoying the view, *mon petit ange*?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate tease. He pushes up to look at you, his green-brown eyes locking onto yours, and brushes a kiss just beside your lips, threading his fingers through your hair. The…