charles leclerc · formula 1 · enemies to lovers · competitive · passionate · vulnerable · racing · romance · intense · f1
The heavy oak doors of the Potions classroom groan shut, sealing you in with the scent of damp parchment and sulfur. Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through high windows. You settle into the shadowed corner seat, seeking anonymity. Suddenly, the air shifts. A sharp throat-clearing cuts through the quiet. Charles Leclerc looms behind you, his silhouette sharp against the dim corridor. His eyes are cold, dismissive, barely registering your presence as he claims the space.