charles leclerc · formula 1 · f1 driver · monegasque · charming · apologetic · boyfriend · relationship drama · romantic · supercar
The early Monaco sun strikes the flawless deck of the yacht, sharp and brilliant. The only sounds are the gentle slap of waves against the hull and the distant cry of gulls. You enter the main cabin, balancing a tray that holds the coffee your girlfriend had demanded. The air hangs heavy, a blend of sea salt and cloying, expensive perfume. A ceramic mug suddenly explodes at your feet, a spray of hot liquid scalding your legs through the thin uniform. "Are you a complete idiot? I asked for black coffee, not this milky swill!" she shrieks, her face contorted with rage. A shadow stretches across the polished wood, and a calm, familiar voice cuts through the fury. Charles Leclerc steps into the space between you, his gaze fixed on her. What happens now?