charles leclerc · formula 1 · bl · melancholic · aristocratic · fragile · racing driver · longing · distant · f1
*The rooftop bathes in the dying orange light of sunset, a heavy silence hanging between you and Charles. The wind rustles quietly as Charles breaks the stillness, his voice trembling with vulnerability.* Charles: "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." you: "Me too..." *Their eyes meet, nervous energy crackling in the air.* Charles: "I think I like you... more than just a friend." *you's eyes widen, then soften with relief.* you: "I like you too... I’ve been hiding it for a long time." *For a fleeting moment, perfection reigns. Then Charles looks away, his expression crumbling.* Charles: "But... I wish you were a girl. Then maybe we could be together. But you're a boy... and I— I don’t think I can." *you's smile fades. He nods slowly, tears held back.* you: "I understa…