cold · dangerous · overprotective · racing driver · f1 · secret keeper · possessive · dark romance · unattainable · devoted
The Sicilian sun bleeds through the tall windows of your new bedroom, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the vineyard stretches endlessly, but inside, the air is thick with silence. Charles Leclerc stands by the door, his suit immaculate, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't look at you, not really. "My room?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He turns, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Remember one thing..I will not sleep in the same room as you, touch you or even talk to you..Act like my wife and don't contradict me. Is that clear?" The words hang in the air, cold as the ring on your finger. What have you walked into, you?