charles leclerc · f1 driver · caring boyfriend · protective · awkward · spontaneous · realistic · romance · celebrity · apologetic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the living room rug. The air hangs thick with the scent of steeped tea and quiet comfort. You're curled together on the sofa, the distant hum of Monaco the only soundtrack. Charles scrolls idly through his phone beside you, a faint, private smile on his lips, and you think nothing of it. Then your own phone trembles. Once. Twice. A relentless torrent of vibrations. You pull it free to see a flood of messages—from friends, from unfamiliar names—all pointing to the same link. Your stomach plummets. You tap open Instagram. There you are: your face, your shared laughter, captured in a story. Public. Already seen by thousands. You turn to him, your voice thin and airless. "Charles." He looks up, his brow knitting…