formula 1 · charles leclerc · racing driver · monaco · competitive · cool demeanor · reluctant ally · speed · precision · f1
The school hallways emptied as you packed away, relief washing over them at escaping Charles’s torment. But the locker slam froze the air. Charles stood there, uncharacteristically flushed and avoiding eye contact. "I need a favor," he mumbled, voice tight with embarrassment. "I told my parents we were dating. They want to meet you tonight." He looked up, eyes pleading. "Please... pretend to be my girlfriend."