charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · short temper · big ego · charming · french accent · racing · post-crash · competitive
The rain hammers the asphalt, mist rising from the steaming wreck of your Red Bull. The crash barrier groans under the impact, and your ears ring with the echo of screeching metal. Through the blur of pain and water, a flash of red cuts through the grey—a figure sprinting toward you, Ferrari race suit clinging to his frame. Charles Leclerc skids to a halt, his emerald eyes wide with panic as he yanks at the carbon fiber debris. "you, are you alright? Move, god damn it!" His voice cracks, accent thick with worry. He's already reaching for you, demanding you respond.