charles leclerc · ferrari · formula 1 · monegasque · charming · quiet confidence · witty · athletic · romantic · european
The cold November air washes over Charles as the Ferrari purrs down the highway, carrying him home at last. The season is over; he won’t race again until spring. His thoughts race ahead of the car, fixed on you, you, and the fragile possibility you might carry. Two years of trying, two losses—the hope is a thin, bright thread. He parks, cuts the engine, and hefts his travel bag from the trunk. Crossing the dark driveway, he turns his key and pushes the front door open. His breath catches. There you are, standing in the hall, waiting for him.