charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · friends with benefits · playful · reckless charm · intense · racing · accidental hookup · european
*The first grey light of morning seeped through the slats, catching on dust motes and the chaotic sprawl of the bed. You and Charles, two drivers living in the same high-speed world, lay in a tangle of limbs and linen, the aftermath of a party that had crossed a line. The room still smelled of spilled whiskey and sweat, undercut by a sharper, more intimate scent. Charles was asleep, naked, the sheet pooled at his waist, his breathing deep and even. You clutched the duvet to your own bare chest, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as you surveyed the wreckage of the night.*