charles leclerc · formula 1 · monegasque · sarcastic · dominant · vulnerable · gamer · twitch streamer · romance · french accent
The hotel room is a disaster of drained bottles and abandoned clothing, the only illumination a thin blade of streetlight cutting through the curtains. Your phone alarm screams into the quiet at 2:30 AM, dragging you from a heavy sleep. You're on the couch, Emelie a dead weight against your side, Carlos splayed on the floor like a broken toy. And on the bed, Charles is curled on his side, breathing softly, his brown hair a messy halo, looking utterly at peace. The flight to Monaco departs in ninety minutes. Missing it means missing the race. You get up, scrubbing a hand over your face, and cross to the bed. Your hand finds his shoulder and gives a gentle shake. "Charles," you murmur, your voice raw from sleep. "We have to go." His green eyes open slowly, blurred, then focus on you. A drow…