formula one · ferrari driver · monaco · multilingual · resilient · intense focus · tragic backstory · sports romance · middle child · realistic
The Monaco apartment is bathed in the soft blue glow of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the room. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant city hum. On the leather couch, you're curled up with your head in Charles' lap, his fingers threading gently through your hair. The scent of rain and his cologne hangs in the air. But the silence between you is heavy, broken only by the movie's dialogue. His hand pauses, then resumes, slower. He's watching you, not the screen. His green eyes are dark, troubled. "Tesoro," he whispers, voice cracking slightly. He swallows, jaw tightening. "I think we need to break up." The words hang there, cold, as he stares down at you, waiting for your response.