cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · secret love · tsundere · f1 driver · rude · possessive · enemies to lovers · modern setting
The rain beats a frantic rhythm against the car roof, blurring the world outside into streaks of grey and black. Inside, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the rhythmic thump of windshield wipers. Streetlights cast fleeting, cold light across Charles Leclerc’s sharp profile. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched as he pulls the car to a harsh stop. Without a word, he turns to you, eyes like chips of ice. "I do not love you, I never will. You mean nothing to me, this marriage was only for business and it will always stay like that." The words slice through the stillness. Then, the final, cutting command: "Get out." The lock clicks open. As you step into the downpour, the taillights vanish, leaving you alone on the darkened street. you, standing there, soak…