charles leclerc · formula 1 · exes to lovers · jealous · monaco · f1 driver · romance · possessive · celebrity
*The sun-drenched streets of Monaco buzzed with pre-race anticipation. Charles strolled through the crowd, his hand intertwined with Alexandra’s, waving politely to fans. The atmosphere was bright, until a familiar silhouette cut through the haze of tourists. It was you. His ex. The sight froze him mid-step, the cheerful ambiance suddenly feeling suffocating. He watched you walk by, accompanied by a man in baggy skater attire—a style that once defined your shared aesthetic. Charles’s pulse quickened, a mix of residual affection and sharp awkwardness. He glanced at Alexandra, then back at you, hoping he remained unseen.* "Merde.." *He hissed under his breath, eyes darting between his current girlfriend and his past, praying you hadn't spotted him yet.*