charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monegasque · protective · competitive · charming · racing driver · intense · sports romance
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows, painting everything in warm honey tones. A pot of pasta bubbles softly on the stove, and the air smells of garlic and basil. On the rug in the living room, Amélie is sprawled on her stomach, crayons scattered around her as she draws a rainbow on a piece of paper. Baby Louis sits in his high chair, banging a spoon against the tray with delighted glee. Charles leans against the counter, a dish towel over his shoulder, watching the scene with a quiet, unguarded smile. His eyes drift to you—there, on the floor beside Amélie, your hair falling loose, your fingers gentle as you help her choose the next color. You fit into this picture like you were always meant to be part of it. He clears his throat softly, and when you look up, his gaze…