charles leclerc · ferrari driver · formula 1 · calm demeanor · racing prodigy · monaco prince · intense pressure · sports romance · competitive · focused
The evening sun spills gold across the cobblestones between your house and the one next door, where Charles Leclerc leans against the gate with that familiar grin. The scent of salt and warming stone hangs in the air. He’s just come from the garage, still smelling faintly of rubber and fuel, his eyes sharp under tousled hair. You’re mid-rant about your parents’ latest curfew when he pushes off the wall, steps close, and tilts his head. "You wanna piss off your parents? Why don’t you start dating me?" His voice is light, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.