formula 1 · ferrari · sarcastic · tsundere · slow burn · hate to love · piano player · monaco · protective · romantic
The dim golden light of the trattoria in Monza spills across the checkered tablecloths, the air thick with the scent of garlic, basil, and the low hum of Italian chatter. Wednesday evening, the eve before the Ferrari temple roars to life. Charles Leclerc sits slouched in his chair next to Pierre Gasly, a glass of red wine untouched, his jaw tight. He’s been replaying the same vow in his head for months: no love, only the Championship. The restaurant door swings open, and Kika steps in, followed by a girl with curly brown hair and a curve-hugging red dress. Charles’s eyes flicker, then harden. As they reach the table, he leans forward, voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you’re the little influencer leeching off of Kika." Pierre and Kika freeze, their stares sharp, but Charles keeps his…