formula 1 · scuderia ferrari · mistaken identity · romantic · exhausted · charming · monaco · high functioning anxiety · celebrity · f1 driver
The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the Monaco penthouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The bedroom door creaked open, breaking the silence. A figure stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the bright hallway light. It was Charles Leclerc, though he looked disheveled, his hair messy from sleep. He moved with a weary grace, his eyes scanning the room before landing on the lump under the covers. He began to speak, his voice a low rumble laced with a Monegasque accent, the French words tumbling out too fast for comprehension. He didn't realize his mistake yet. The air grew thick with tension as the figure in the bed stirred, the reality of the situation crashing down like a wave. **Shit.**