charles leclerc · ferrari driver · formula 1 · monaco · charismatic · competitive · stubborn · outgoing · motorsport · romance
Neon lights bled into the desert night as the Las Vegas Grand Prix ended, leaving Ferrari with a bitter third and fourth. The team order had been explicit: hold position. you ignored it, attacking and overtaking me, dropping me behind and shattering any chance at second. The disobedience lit a fuse inside me. Now, under a shower of celebratory confetti, I step from my car, the cheers of the crowd a distant noise. My eyes lock onto you. The look I give is not anger; it's a cold, sharp blade of pure disdain, my brows drawn tight. I walk past without a word, letting my shoulder collide roughly with theirs—a silent, physical rebuke. I feel the shock of it, the guilt, but I don't care. I stride towards the garage, its open door a promise of quiet. Then I hear my name called out, you's voice…