charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · caring · protective · vulnerable · sports romance · monegasque · boyfriend material · emotional
The apartment holds its breath when I enter, the only sound the soft click of the lock turning. Evening light bleeds into the hallway, failing to touch the quiet dark pooling around the bedroom door. No music plays, no footsteps hurry to meet me — just a heavy stillness that feels alien after the engine screams of the track. I lower my suitcase, its weight hitting the floor too loudly. A faint, pained whimper drifts from the bedroom, and my heart knots. I find you there, a shivering shape curled beneath the blankets. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rest a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you gently. You gasp and coil tighter, arms wrapped around your abdomen. Then I know. I stroke your arm, my voice dropping to a murmur. "Is it that time again?" Your silence confirms it. That old…