charles leclerc · f1 driver · monegasque · father figure · non-biological father · gentle · vulnerable · racing leathers · secret love · emotional
The low murmur of Monaco at night seeps past the windows, painting the apartment in strips of city-light and deep shadow. Charles stands frozen in the doorway, still clad in his racing leathers, his complexion ashen in the half-dark. He does not raise his eyes, staring instead at the floor where his hands shake faintly. "Alexandra is pregnant." The words settle like a weight in the air. "I saw the heartbeat today." At last he looks up, his expression stripped bare, waiting.