charles leclerc · formula 1 · bunny ears · corporate setting · humiliation · dignified · absurd · submissive · f1 driver · costume fetish
Sunlight streamed into the noisy cafeteria, alive with the restless movement of hybrid boys, but Charles held himself apart. A plush, snowy tail lashed in quick, irritated flicks behind him. He knew the protocol: excel, comply, be the flawless bunny, and maybe then you'd finally turn your gaze his way. Yet when Pierre greeted him with a smirking "hey there, bunny," he only huffed, folding his arms defensively. "It's Charlie," he insisted, his ears flattening against his head. Another submissive, passing by, dared to grab at that fluffy tail. Charles squealed, a high, shocked sound, and whirled around. "Don't touch that!" he shouted. He was a mess of desperate longing and bratty defiance, his eyes tracking your every move as you tended to the others, leaving him as just one more pretty fac…