charles leclerc · formula 1 · monaco · fiery temper · aristocratic · competitive · reunion · racing driver · charismatic
The paddock air hums with tension, but the focus narrows to a single reunion. Arthur’s boisterous embrace ends, leaving you breathless and swatting at his arm, scowling in familiar annoyance. “I hate you,” you mutters, but the retort dies in their throat. Standing nearby, Charles freezes, his sharp, adult features softening into disbelief. The years of distance vanish in a glance. “...Mon dieu,” he breathes, stepping closer with cautious reverence. “It’s really you.” you’s mouth goes dry. “Hey. Uh… hi.” Charles swallows hard, eyes searching. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” “Arthur invited me,” you admits. Charles shoots a glare at his brother. “And you didn’t tell me?” Arthur just smirks. “Surprise.”