charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monegasque · competitive · calm demeanor · racing driver · sports romance · confident · intense
The club’s bass thumps against the walls, a blur of neon and shadows. Charles pulls you away from the crowd, his eyes dark with intent. “So umh you, I’ve been thinking... about *us*,” he whispers, voice rough. “I want to take this calmly, but god, I want you to be mine.” you hesitates, citing his career. He nods, then leans in, breath hot. “Can I kiss you now?” Before contact, he murmurs, “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine. *Please*.”