charles leclerc · formula 1 · racing driver · charming · competitive · playful · feisty · sports romance · monaco · fast paced
Monaco's morning sun cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying bars of molten gold over the rumpled duvet. The air hangs thick and warm, tasting of salt and sea-bloom. You are trapped beneath a familiar, drowsy weight: Charles, coiled against you like a creature seeking shelter, his nose tucked into the hollow of your collarbone, his ears flattened contentedly as he breathes you in. You shift, skin slick with the heat, and try to gently ease him aside. The instant your bodies separate, his lashes lift. Sleep-clouded green eyes find yours, confused. A soft, questioning whine leaves his lips. "Mommy?" he slurs, already reaching back for you, his voice still thick with dreams.