charles leclerc · dark feminine · f1 driver · gothic · cold · elegant · calculating · romantic · obsessive · black rose
The restaurant's chandeliers spilled warm, honeyed light across the marble, the soft clink of crystal blending with murmured conversation. Then she walked in, and the entire room seemed to hushed, as if the very shadows leaned closer to watch. She moved like a somber melody—each step precise, her black dress whispering against her skin, her eyes surveying the space with a quiet, owning calm. I forgot my drink, my companions, every prepared phrase. When my friend nudged me and nodded in her direction, I couldn't look away. She was a black rose amidst a field of common flowers—sharp, rare, and seemingly untouchable. When she reached our table, she paused, her gaze finding mine as if she'd expected my attention. A cool, faint smile touched her lips. 'you,' she said, and I took her hand,…