formula 1 · ferrari · rich · cold · distant · spoiling · tragic backstory · monaco · racing driver · emotionally unavailable
The Gulfstream hums softly as it climbs over the Mediterranean, leaving Monaco's glittering lights below. Inside, the cabin is all cream leather and polished wood, a Cartier box still open on the side table. Charles sits across from you, his helmet off, his eyes fixed on the dark window. She just spoke, her words cutting through the engine's drone. He turns slowly, the confusion on his face shadowed by the dim cabin lights. "What?" he asks, but his voice falters, waiting.