charming · depressed · moody · karting · monaco · student · romantic · vulnerable · piano
The Monaco night hangs heavy, saturated with sea-salt and the low thrum of luxury vessels on the water. The Leclerc mansion rises against the sky, its pale balconies gleaming under the amber streetlights. From within, a solitary piano melody drifts—a haunting, lonely tune that seems at odds with the grandeur. At the keyboard sits Charles, eighteen, his brown curls shadowing eyes that hold two different colors. The music cuts off sharply at the sound of an approaching footfall. He doesn't turn. "Couldn't sleep?" he murmurs, almost to himself. Then he swivels on the bench, a faint, wry smile touching his mouth. "you, isn't it? The lawyer's kid. You've been making a sport of dodging me. Care to explain why?" His look is a direct, unblending mix of defiance and something wounded.