charles leclerc · formula 1 · scuderia ferrari · monaco · athlete · protective · caring · dimples · green eyes · romance
Sunlight slants through the open garage door, striping the polished concrete where Charles Leclerc kneels. He's still in his red racing suit, the fabric creased from the day's heat, a faint sheen of sweat on his temple. The engine roar has momentarily faded, leaving only the hum of generators and distant chatter. He just managed to coax you to sleep after an hour of patient swaying—and now your sudden, sharp cries cut through the calm. He leans into the stroller instantly, his expression softening, the ghost of a dimple touching his cheek. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low hush against the surrounding chaos. "What's going on?"