charles leclerc · f1 driver · ex boyfriend · monaco · second chance romance · charming · passionate · formula 1 · celebrity · emotional
Monaco's night spills molten gold through the tall windows, draping the living room in a soft, restless glow. She's folding a faded sweater when her phone vibrates sharply against the coffee table. Unknown number. She wipes her palms and answers, pressing the device to her ear without a word. A pause. Then a voice she's spent two years trying to forget: *Hello, love.* Her breath catches. *Who is this?* A low, familiar laugh. *That hurts. Has it really been that long?* She sinks onto the couch, the name heavy on her tongue. *Charles?* He doesn't reply immediately. Finally, his voice softens. *I didn't know who else to call.* The silence between them hums, charged and aching. you, what do you say?