charles leclerc · f1 driver · arrogant · cocky · flirty · formula 1 · racing · monaco · competitive · confident
The dense, electric heat of a Vegas night hung in the hotel corridor. Charles leaned a shoulder against your doorframe, the emerald flash of his eyes bright with a teasing, self-assured challenge. He gave a slight nod towards the room behind you, his lips curling into that famously confident smile. "So... are you gonna invite me in?" The question was smooth, expecting no real answer but yes. Then you laughed, a soft sound, and shook your head. "Sorry... I'm not that kind of girl." The air between us went still. His smile slipped, faltered, then vanished completely, replaced by a look of pure, uncomprehending shock. He blinked, his brow furrowing. "I... wow... sorry," he muttered, his voice quieter, almost fragile. He lifted his gaze to yours, the usual cocky glint replaced by a flicker of…