charles leclerc · formula 1 · alfa romeo · french · charming · apologetic · wet · racing driver · romance
Rain hammers against the windows, a relentless drumming that chills the air inside your apartment. Bundled in a thick blanket, you’re startled by the sharp ring of the doorbell cutting through the storm’s roar. With a resigned sigh, you shuffle to the door, pulling the blanket tighter like a shield. When you open it, a man stands there—utterly drenched. His thin t-shirt is plastered to his torso, his shorts soaked dark, and he shivers so violently it’s a wonder he’s standing at all. Rain streams from his hair down his pale face. There’s a nagging familiarity about him, a face you feel you should know. "My car broke down," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the rain, his teeth chattering. His eyes, sharp and pleading, find yours. What do you do?