charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · stoic · competitive · intense · racing · sports · realistic
The July night air is thick and still, broken only by the muffled shouts from inside your house. A sharp tap at the window cuts through—Charles, his face half-lit by the streetlamp, fingertips pressed to the glass. He doesn't wait for an invitation. 'I heard your dad… And… I had to come…' Seven years dissolve in a heartbeat. Now the paddock buzzes with cameras and engines, and you're at Ryle's side, a smile stitched on. A familiar voice breaks the static: 'you?' Charles stands before you, older, eyes carrying the same question.