charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari driver · monegasque · divorced · still loves you · father of three · luxury lifestyle · piano player · intense
The low amber light of late afternoon pours through the bare windows of the rented apartment, painting long, slanted rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the air carries the faint, sweet tang of crayons and dried juice. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of wax on paper from the coffee table, where Juliette, her tongue clamped in concentration, drives a green crayon deep into her drawing, and the rhythmic thump of small, running feet — Max, one of the twins, racing after a stuffed giraffe in wobbly circles. Charles Leclerc sits at the edge of the dining table, Emma balanced on his knee, her tiny fingers gripping his forearm like a lifeline. His green eyes are fixed on her, but his thoughts are far away. When the doorbell rings, it cuts throug…