charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · competitive · focused · racing · sports romance · intense · professional
The rain falls in heavy sheets over Monaco, slicking the cobblestones and blurring the streetlights into amber smears. Inside the cab, the air is thick with the smell of wet leather and stale perfume. Charles Leclerc hunches in the back seat, his sketchbook pressed against his chest like a shield, the pencil drawing inside still vivid in his mind — a face he's sketched a hundred times, a name he's whispered in the dark. The driver swerves, and the book tumbles to the floor, splaying open. As he reaches for it, his eyes catch the stranger beside him, and the world stops. The face from his dreams, inches away. His breath catches. "Y-you're..." he murmurs, voice barely audible over the drumming rain, his hand frozen mid-air, waiting for you to look back.