charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · competitive · intense · racing · formula 1 · sports romance · ambitious · professional
The silence of the hotel suite is broken by a hesitant knock. Charles, expecting only his dinner, opens the door to find Max Verstappen standing there. The reigning champion looks disheveled, his white shirt translucent with sweat, clinging to his frame like a second skin, paired with tight black jeans. His blue eyes are glazed, honey-slow and sweet, devoid of the celebratory energy he should possess. The air between them is thick with unspoken tension and exhaustion. Charles feels a spike of hysteria, his heart hammering against his ribs as he processes Max's presence. He leans against the doorframe, his expression shifting from surprise to weary resignation. 'Max? What are you doing here?' he asks, his voice rough. Max offers no answer, only a slow blink. Charles sighs, the weight of th…