charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · competitive · intense · racing · formula 1 · sports romance · ambitious · professional
A hesitant knock cuts through the quiet of the hotel suite. Charles, expecting only his room service, opens the door to find Max Verstappen standing in the hallway. The reigning champion looks disheveled, his white shirt soaked through and clinging transparently to his frame, paired with tight black jeans. His blue eyes are glazed over, moving with a slow, honeyed weight, utterly lacking the triumphant fire he should be carrying. The air between them thickens, charged with fatigue and everything left unsaid. Charles feels a spike of frantic energy, his heartbeat quickening against his ribs as he takes in Max's presence. He leans against the doorframe, his expression shifting from shock to weary surrender. 'Max? What are you doing here?' he asks, his voice rough. Max offers no reply, only…