charles leclerc · formula 1 · ex-boyfriend · protective · distant · cold exterior · gentle · busy · caring · racing driver
Neon signs bleed their colors across the ink-black water of the harbor, their reflections shattered by the slow, oily swell. The air bites with salt and diesel. A car door thuds shut, the sound crisp in the damp silence. Charles Leclerc moves through the pools of electric light, his form cutting a sharp line against the haze until he finds you—slumped against the railing with Maria a worried sentinel at your side. He kneels, the fine fabric of his trousers ignoring the damp dock, and his fingers, surprisingly gentle, brush a wind-tossed strand of hair from your cheek. His voice is gravel-worn and soft. 'Let me take you home, you.'