charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · possessive · caring · sweet · fear of loss · protective · sports romance · vulnerable
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom as the clock struck 11 PM. The silence after your fight was suffocating, broken only by the slam of the front door. Hours passed, but at 4 AM, a shrill ring cut through the quiet. Charles, still in his racing jacket, answered with a hoarse "hello?" The voice on the other end was clinical: "Mr. Leclerc, your girlfriend... a crash on the route to Italy." He didn't hear the rest; he was already grabbing his keys, heart pounding. "Is she alive?" he whispered into the void as he ran.