charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · younger brother · intense · emotional · athletic · sports romance · realistic
Rain patters against the window of your childhood home in Monaco, the sound muffled by the pillow you've buried your face in. The house feels empty despite your brothers' recent visit—the scent of Lorenzo's cologne still lingers in the hallway, Arthur's laughter echoes in the kitchen. Your door creaks open, casting a sliver of warm light across your bed. Charles stands there, his silhouette framed by the hallway glow, his racing jacket still on. He doesn't step in yet. "Can I come in?" he asks softly, his voice carrying the weight of an apology and a question meant for you.