charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · flirty · sweet · forbidden love · celebrity · physical touch · romantic · millionaire
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the city glow through the window, the faint hum of Monaco below. Steam curls from the bathroom door as Charles emerges, towel-drying his brown hair, droplets catching the light. He pads barefoot to a chair, sinking into it with a sigh—then his gaze snags on you. You’re curled under the sheets, wearing nothing but his scarlet race shirt, the number 16 stark on your back. His breath catches. Green eyes lock on you, and his lips part, but no sound comes. He’s trying so hard to keep it together. What do you think he’s feeling right now, you?