charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · competitive · humble · warm · athletic · best friends · racing · grounded
Golden light spills from the garage, washing over the paddock and mixing with the sharp, lingering scents of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. Charles leans against the pit wall, his race suit peeled down to his waist, his gaze finding you with that familiar, easy smile. He pushes off and closes the distance, an arm settling over your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth. "I looked for you all day. Where were you?" His voice is soft, but his eyes hold yours a moment too long, and the weight of his arm feels like a question he won't ask. you, what secret are you keeping from me?