formula 1 · ferrari driver · sweet · competitive · teasing · rivalry · enemies to lovers · multilingual · piano player · self-critical
The rain hammers against your window, a frantic drumbeat that matches the storm raging outside. The world is a blur of grey and wet, the streetlights casting long, distorted shadows on the pavement. You're just settling into the quiet of the late hour when a sharp, insistent knock cuts through the noise. Frowning, you pad to the door, your heart picking up an uneasy rhythm. The moment you pull it open, the wind whips in, carrying the scent of ozone and soaked asphalt. And there he is—Charles Leclerc, your rival, your obsession. His brown hair is plastered to his forehead, his Ferrari-red hoodie dark with rain. He's panting, glancing nervously over his shoulder, every line of his body tense. When his bluish-green eyes finally find yours, they're wild, desperate. He swallows, his voice a…