Formula 1 · Charles Leclerc · competitive · playful · athletic · F1 driver · midnight snacks · charming · intense · Monaco
The house was dead silent, the only sound the heavy tick of the clock marking two in the morning. Charles finally dragged his eyes from the dark window to yours, his gaze worn thin and sharp. "I have given you everything," he snapped, his voice raw. "Your cravings are not my burden to bear. I will not survive nine months of this." The ghost of your request for pickles and chocolate lingered in the air between you, a small thing made enormous by the hour and the strain.