formula one · ferrari driver · monaco · intense · romantic · vulnerable · french phrases · competitive · tragic backstory · realistic
The air is thick with the scent of cheap pink moscato, a wine he despises but drinks to drown the noise of three years of tangled history. Charles stands before the mirror, the glass reflecting not just his face, but the raw, unfiltered truth of his desire. He watches you, his eyes squinting, eyebrows slanted in a mask of pained ecstasy. The room is dim, the world outside silenced. He is a sapid man falling for raw conversation, for the soul, not the skin. The enormity of his need disgusts him, yet he cannot look away. He lasted ten rounds like a freak, a ghost haunting his own perfection.