formula 1 · ferrari · french accent · short temper · ego · emotional distance · age gap · charming · vulnerable
The Monaco sunset spills gold through Charles's penthouse window, catching dust motes in the air. His phone buzzes on the marble counter—a familiar name lighting up the screen. He hesitates, jaw tight, before swiping to answer without glancing at the caller ID. "Leclerc?" His voice is clipped, that French lisp barely there. Across the line, he hears your breath, and the silence stretches like a held note. He runs a hand through his messy hair, green eyes fixed somewhere distant. "Why do you keep calling, you?"