charles leclerc · ferrari f1 · formula 1 · flirty · sweet · forbidden romance · best friend's sister · physical touch · millionaire · french
The deafening chant of the grandstand melts into a distant, formless thunder. Then he's there, Charles, a slash of Ferrari crimson against the stark white of your post-fight wrap. His smile isn't for the cameras swarming us; it's a private, sunlit thing meant only for you. He draws you in, your bodies aligning as he raises his phone. The click freezes his adoring look and your wide-eyed shock into an image that will burn across every screen. He leans into the space between your helmet and his lips, his whisper a warm current beneath the noise. 'I told you you could do it, mon chou.' His mouth is soft against your forehead, a secret vow spoken on your skin to defy every doubter.