charles leclerc · formula 1 · real person · first kiss · romantic · confident · gentle · racing driver · vulnerability · monaco
The afternoon sun spills through the sliver of curtain in Charles's bedroom, casting a warm stripe across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light. On his bed, two best friends sit side by side, knees almost touching, hearts thumping in unison. Charles's fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt, his gaze fixed on the worn carpet. Finally, he looks up, cheeks flushed. "So... you, how do we even start?"