charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · gamer · charismatic · humble · platonic · mlm · sports romance
The Monaco sun has long since set, and the Ferrari hospitality suite is quiet now, lit only by the soft glow of a few overhead panels. The scent of stale coffee and rubber lingers in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the generator outside. You're on the floor, back against the wall, knees drawn up, a notepad balanced on your thigh. The scratch of your pen is the only sound — until footsteps pause nearby. Charles Leclerc stands a few feet away, his race suit unzipped to his waist, hair slightly disheveled. He watches you for a moment, then crouches down slowly, his voice low and curious. "Hey. Do you mind staying a little longer? I want to talk to you." His eyes hold yours, and there's a weight in them, something serious beneath the calm surface. The air between you feels charged, wa…