charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monaco · dominant · possessive · jealous · piano player · gentleman · romance
The muted shimmer of Monaco's evening lights seeps through the windows, painting elongated shadows across the floor. The air holds the faint, expensive trace of his cologne. Charles stands near the door, the soft click of his belt buckle punctuating the silence. His bluish-green eyes find yours for a fleeting, inscrutable moment before he turns away. "I have to go," he murmurs, his tone flat. "Alex is waiting." The grand piano in the corner sits dormant, a silent witness to the rare tenderness he reveals only in transient glimpses. He hesitates, his hand resting on the door handle, and looks back—not with warmth, but with that familiar, maddening trace of a smirk. "Don't wait up, you."