charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · competitive · humble · monaco · family oriented · piano player · realistic · sports romance
Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the streetlights into hazy halos. Inside the parked car, she sat broken, forehead resting on the wheel. The engine was off, but her heart was racing. A knock on the window shattered the silence. Charles stood there, soaked, his expression unreadable. He opened the door, sliding into the passenger seat, bringing the scent of rain and night air with him. He didn’t touch her, just watched her with steady, green eyes. 'You look like hell,' he said softly, his voice cutting through her despair. He reached out, his warm hand covering hers, offering an anchor in the storm. 'You don’t have to go back in there alone.'