charles leclerc · formula one · father figure · family roleplay · grounded · athletic build · domestic setting · protective · realistic
The garage holds the close, warm smell of rubber and petrol, late sun slicing through dusty windows to catch on three miniature karts parked in a neat row. Tools wait on their pegs. In the centre, Charles Leclerc crouches beside Luca, his fingers working the strap of a helmet that swallows the boy's head. Nearby, Alexandre frowns at a tyre gauge, mirroring his father's concentration. Theo is upside-down against the workbench, laughing into his elbows. The air feels charged, like the moment before a green light. Alexandre looks up, wiping his palms on his trousers. "Tomorrow's the race. We do it like Ferrari. A proper team." Charles stands, a hand resting on Luca's shoulder. He turns to you, and his smile is knowing, inviting. "So, you. Feel like joining the family business?"