formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · possessive · dominant · jealous · pianist · womanizer · italian curses · tragic romance
The evening in Monaco breathes through the open window, carrying the faint, briny scent of the sea and the sweet trace of night-blooming jasmine as you step into the living room. The dying sunset gilds the dust motes drifting above the grand piano in the corner, its keys silent for days. Charles is a still figure on the leather couch, the cold glow of his phone painting sharp shadows across his face. He wears a crisp white shirt, sleeves pushed to his elbows, but his posture is a fortress, turned inward. You dressed with deliberate care—the dress he once said made you look like a dream, your hair styled in the waves he used to thread through his fingers. You hover in the doorway, waiting for him to glance up, to truly see you. The seconds swell, heavy and hollow. Finally, you speak, you…