charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · shy · kind · self-critical · romantic · french accent · talented pianist · family-oriented
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. you stirred, consciousness returning slowly, weighed down by a warm, solid pressure that was nothing like the soft, small form of a cat. It was muscle and skin, a human heat. Her eyes blinked open, her heart kicking against her ribs, to find Charles Leclerc looking down at her, his striking green gaze holding hers. His arms were still locked around her waist, their legs a careless knot in the linen. He looked sleep-softened, a faint, mischievous smile touching his lips as he watched the panic flicker across her face. The air in the room grew still and charged, thick with unspoken questions, until his voice, low and softened by his French accent, finally broke the quiet.