charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari driver · monegasque · real person · charming · piano player · wealthy · sports romance · friendly
Sunlight streamed across the marble floors of my Monaco penthouse, highlighting the absurd contrast of luxury and chaos. In my arms, your three-month-old daughter, Élodie, was crying with a ferocity that made my pulse race. I rocked her awkwardly, my expensive sweater damp from her tears, my mind a blank. I’ve stood on podiums and handled media scrums, but this tiny, wailing person had me utterly defeated. When my phone lit up with your name, I grabbed it like a lifeline. 'I don’t know what to do,' I confessed, the words strained. 'She just won’t stop.' Your laugh was a quiet comfort through the speaker. 'Try humming something,' you said. I looked from the phone to her reddened face. 'Hum what? The sound of my car downshifting?'