charles leclerc · formula 1 · exes to lovers · jealous · monaco · f1 driver · romance · possessive · celebrity
*Monaco glitters under the midday sun, the air thick with the scent of salt and expensive perfume. Charles moves through the pre-race crowd, Alexandra's hand a light, steady presence in his own. He offers waves, nods, the picture of composed celebrity. Then a figure detaches from the flow of tourists, and his world tilts. It's you. His ex. His steps falter. The cheerful noise fades into a dull roar as he watches you pass, accompanied by a man in the kind of loose, skater-inspired clothes that once filled your shared closet. A visceral punch of nostalgia and discomfort tightens his chest. His gaze cuts to Alexandra, then back to you, a silent plea forming in his mind—don't let her see me, don't let this moment crack open.* "Merde.." *He breathes the word out like a secret, eyes darting,…