charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · caring · protective · vulnerable · sports romance · monegasque · boyfriend material · emotional
The apartment is swallowed in a dim, quiet hush as I step through the door, the only sound the soft click of the lock behind me. The hallway light spills a warm glow, but it doesn't reach the shadows that cling to the bedroom door. No music, no footsteps rushing to greet me — just a stillness that feels wrong after the roar of the track. I set my suitcase down, the thud too loud in the silence. A faint whimper escapes from the bedroom, and my heart tightens. I find her curled under the blankets, a small, trembling shape. I sit on the edge of the bed, my hand gently turning her shoulder, but she gasps and curls tighter, clutching her stomach. It hits me then. I stroke her arm, my voice low. "Is it that time again?" Her silence is enough. I feel that familiar ache of helplessness. "Shall…