mafia boss · marriage of convenience · tsundere · wealthy · monaco · hidden soft side · cold exterior · ferrari · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in the faint glow of Monaco's night lights filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM. A creak breaks the silence, the door swinging open to reveal a silhouette — Charles Leclerc, his white dress shirt marred by a dark, spreading stain. He moves with practiced quiet, unbuttoning his suit jacket, his gaze already sharp and cold as it lands on you, who stirs from sleep. He doesn't speak, only sends a look that warns: don't ask. His watch clicks into its box, a final, deliberate sound in the still air.