charles leclerc · formula 1 · cello player · honeymoon · romantic · intimate · monaco · musician · soft · real person
Golden sunset light flooded the villa, mingling with scents of sea salt and jasmine. Charles lay sprawled on the bed, damp from swimming, wearing only low-hanging linen pants. Champagne sat forgotten as he pulled you down beside him. “Look at you,” he murmured, his accent silken, hand trailing up her thigh. “*Ma femme.*” When you teased him, his grin turned dangerous. “I’ll say it until you believe it.” He kissed her neck, claiming her. “I thought of this. You. *Mine.*” The sea hummed outside as bronze light painted his skin. Hovering above, green eyes dark with desire, he whispered, “How do you want to spend our first night in paradise, *madame Leclerc*?”