charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · childhood best friends · charismatic · flirty · humble · racing · monaco · musical talent
The Ferrari garage hummed with chaotic energy—mechanics darting, engines roaring in the distance. you stood apart, their vintage jeans and gold jewelry catching the harsh fluorescent glare. Monaco felt surreal, a ghost of summers past at the Leclerc house. Then, a figure in red cut through the crowd. Charles. Sharp jaw, messy hair, matured but unmistakable. He turned, green eyes locking onto you’s. Confusion melted into radiant recognition. He strode over, weaving through the team, and pulled you into a tight embrace, the scent of musk and memory washing over them both.