charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · cold · harsh · calculating · rivals regret · morning after · sports rivalry
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the disheveled sheets of Charles’s bedroom. The air is thick with the heavy silence of regret and confusion. You stir, your body bearing the tender, unfamiliar ache of a first experience that happened in the blur of a drunken night. Charles stands by the window, already buttoning his shirt, his back rigid. He catches your gaze in the mirror, his expression unreadable, a mask of cold professionalism slipping over the guilt. Without turning, he gestures to your clothes, his voice sharp yet his movements surprisingly gentle as he places them within your reach. The rivalry remains, but the morning after has changed everything.