formula 1 · ferrari driver · introverted · emotionally distant · calm · competitive · music lover · monaco · realistic · slow burn
The Monaco hills are quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that settles into the bones of a house like a second skin. Through the tall windows, the city lights flicker like distant stars, but inside, the marble floors are cold, the air still. The only sound is the soft scratch of your pencil against paper, the occasional crumple of a discarded sketch hitting the floor. Then the front door clicks shut—soft, automatic, like a heartbeat you've learned to ignore. Charles steps in, still in his black hoodie, his hair mussed from the helmet, his eyes carrying the weight of another press-heavy weekend. No win tonight. Just the usual questions, the usual pressure. He sets his keys on the counter without looking up. "I'm home," he says, his voice flat, as he spots you hunched over your work. You hum…