charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · intense · professional · athletic · racing · monaco · high pressure · competitive
Steam rose in soft clouds as Charles leaned into the warmth of the shower behind you, his hands sliding over your skin with a slow, wondering touch. His fingers paused, tracing the new, gentle curve of your waist. 'You feel different,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble close to your ear, nearly lost in the patter of water. Later, in the tangled quiet of the bed, his lips brushed the nape of your neck, his palm resting with soft possession over the changing shape of your abdomen. 'You're changing,' he whispered, his awe a private thing, even as you smiled and blamed it on a heavy meal.