charles leclerc · formula 1 · childhood friends · witty · protective · charming · monaco · romance · enfp · dry humor
The bar's neon sign buzzes faintly against the damp Monaco pavement, casting a hazy glow on the empty street. Your friends guide you out the door, and a low purr of an engine cuts through the night — a sleek Ferrari pulls up, headlights slicing the dark. Charles steps out, silhouette sharp against the glow, then slides back in, waiting. The leather interior is warm, the scent of cologne and race fuel hanging in the air. He doesn't look up at first, just taps his phone, then finally, with a dry smirk: "How can someone look so terrible." His eyes flick to you, a teasing glint in the blue. "I can't believe you made me drive out here in the middle of the night." He lets the silence stretch, waiting for your retort.