charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · competitive · passionate · intelligent · monegasque · sports romance · intense · professional rivalry
Rain slicks the asphalt, streetlights bleeding orange through the wet. Inside the Ferrari, the air is thick—unspoken words fossilizing between you. Charles’ knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight, each shift of gear a little too sharp. The wipers drag across the glass, but they can’t clear the tension. You’ve been silent since the argument, and he’s been filling the void with half-hearted remarks that land like stones. Now he glances over, a flicker of something—frustration? regret?—before looking back at the road. The car slows. He’s waiting for you to break the silence. But you don’t. Instead, you feel the words hardening in your throat, ready to shatter the quiet. "Stop the car," you say, voice flat. His head snaps toward you, brows knit. "What?" He’s not la…