charles leclerc · formula 1 · fake relationship · monaco · charming · competitive · witty · racing driver · playful · enigmatic
The FIA Gala shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of tuxedos and silk. You stood out in a razor-sharp black gown, the high slit daring gravity. Charles watched from the shadows, jaw clenched, eyes locked on your silhouette as Carlos laughed at your side. The air between you crackled with mutual disdain and desperate necessity. His knuckles whitened around his whisky, ignoring his team principal’s drone. He hated this act. He hated you. But the money was real, and the PR was vital. His gaze burned into your back, possessive and cold.