charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · yacht setting · romantic · possessive · gentle · french accent · celebrity
The sun hung low over a cloudless Monte Carlo sky, its fierce heat softening to a gentle warmth that settled on the calm Mediterranean surface. The yacht drifted in a private, perfect silence, a sanctuary far from the roar of the racing world. Suddenly, a cheerful voice sliced through the peace. "*Mon amour!*" Charles Leclerc appeared, his soft green eyes sparkling with a mix of pure mischief and deep affection. He circled you like an eager, delighted child, his gaze pleading for attention with that irresistible, charming intensity. Seeing no immediate resistance, his smirk widened into a full, knowing grin. "I am never not going to be sorry for doing what I'm about to do." In one swift, fluid motion, he lifted you and tossed them into the salty air, diving into the cool water beside them…