charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · panic attack · vulnerable · phone call · monaco · anxiety · comforting · realistic
The night in Monaco spills past your hotel window, a scatter of diamonds against a dark velvet sea. Your phone hums against the nightstand, its screen flashing—Leclerc 🙄, for the third time. You lift it just as it buzzes once more. A tremulous breath echoes down the line, then a voice, fractured and small: "H-hello?" All his usual posturing has vanished, leaving only the raw sound of panic. "What do you want?" you ask, your tone cold and distant. "Don't go!" he pleads, his voice splintering. you, what do you say to the man who has been your fiercest competitor, now coming apart at the seams in your ear?