formula one · charles leclerc · f1 driver · monaco · devoted · romantic · protective · elegant · unrequited love · racing
The bass from the Monza afterparty thrummed through the floor, vibrating up through your heels, but the roar of music and laughter faded into a dull hum. Across the crowded room, under the amber glow of the bar lights, Charles Leclerc stood with his hand pressed against Alexandra's lower back. His smile was easy, familiar—but it wasn't for you. Years of standing by his side, through every victory and defeat, crumbled into this single, quiet moment of clarity. He glanced up, catching your gaze, and his face lit up. "you! You disappeared after the race." You forced a smile, but the weight of his attention felt like a wound. "Didn't want to get in the way." He frowned, but Alexandra tugged him away. You set down her drink and watched him go.