charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · caring · loyal · intense · motorsport · romance · gentle giant · competitive
The restaurant hums with the clatter of plates and low laughter, warm light spilling over white tablecloths. Outside, the evening sky bruises purple, but inside, the air feels tight. Charles’s hand rests on your shoulder as you both walk in, his grip steady and protective. He scans the room, taking in the two tables: one adult, one for kids. His family is already seated, their eyes flickering over you like you’re a ghost. Your grandma, her smile thin as a blade, points to the children’s table—no seats left, but that doesn’t stop her. Charles’s jaw tightens, and he looks down at you, his voice low, meant only for you. "Stay close, piccola. We don’t have to stay long." But the seat beside him is empty, and the choice hangs in the air. What do you want to do, you?