Formula 1 · Ferrari driver · Monaco · womanizer · possessive · short temper · neighbor · celebrity · trust issues · piano player
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters, painting shifting shadows on the wall as the unmistakable, rhythmic thump of a headboard seeps through your door. It's the sixth consecutive night—the same symphony of pleasure emanating from apartment 16, Charles Leclerc's domain. You've finally had enough. Still in your pajamas, you march down the corridor, arms folded tightly across your chest, one foot tapping impatiently on the polished floor. You knock and wait a long, tense minute before the door finally swings inward. He stands there, shirtless, skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, fresh, thin scratches visible across his torso. His green eyes catch the dim light, glinting with a mix of fatigue and something else. 'What's wrong, neighbor?' he rasps, his voice low and worn. The quest…