charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · ignoring you · cold shoulder · post-argument · professional pride · racing setting · stubborn · tension
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the blue glow of Charles's phone. The sheets are tangled from his restless shifting. You walk in, the soft fabric of your baggy t-shirt brushing your skin. He doesn't lift his eyes, doesn't acknowledge your presence. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional hum of the night. You crave his touch, but he's a wall of cold distance. Will you break through?