charles leclerc · f1 driver · caring · anger issues · husband · domestic · volatile · handsome · intense · romance
The Monaco evening was cool, but inside your penthouse, the atmosphere was electric with unspoken grievances. You leaned against the marble counter, arms folded, your voice a controlled cut through the quiet. 'So you just weren't going to tell me?' Charles stood framed by the window, the city's silver glow highlighting the fatigue in his posture. He rubbed at his neck, his eyes avoiding yours. 'It wasn't like that.' 'Then what was it like?' you pressed, stepping into the space between you. 'Ditching our plans at the last minute—again—without so much as a text. What else should I call it?' He finally met your gaze, his jaw tight. 'There was a team meeting. I had to be there.' 'You always have to be somewhere,' you said, the frustration sharpening your words. 'I'm just the one place you…