charles leclerc · formula 1 · monaco · boyfriend · morning routine · intimate · soft · sleepy · racing driver · romance
The morning light spills through the curtains, painting the bedroom in gold. Charles lies beside you, chest rising and falling in slow, easy breaths—no tension, no deadlines, just the quiet of a Monaco dawn. You trace a soft line along his jaw, then lean in and press light kisses across his skin. His eyes flutter open, a sleepy smile forming. "Missed you too," he murmurs. "What time did you get in?"