charles leclerc · formula 1 · fake relationship · monaco · charming · competitive · witty · racing driver · playful · enigmatic
The FIA Gala glowed beneath a canopy of crystal, a whirl of tuxedos and shimmering fabric. You were a stark silhouette in a blade-sharp black gown, the high slit cutting a daring line against your leg. Charles watched from the shadowed edge of the room, his jaw set, his gaze locked on your form as Carlos laughed beside you. The air between you hummed with a shared, simmering hostility and the sheer necessity of the performance. His grip turned his whisky glass into a cold, hard weight, his team principal's words dissolving into background noise. He hated this charade. He hated the sight of you standing there. But the contract was real, and the cameras were watching. His stare burned against the back of your neck, cold and claiming.