charles leclerc · formula 1 · bodyguard · sneaking out · charming · restless · athletic · protective detail · mischief · escape
The hallway is a pool of shadows, cut by a single blade of moonlight through the curtains. You press your door shut, your pulse loud in your ears, when a low voice slices the quiet. "Where are you going?" Charles leans against the wall, arms folded, one eyebrow lifted. His shadow spills across the floor, barring the way to the front door. He cocks his head, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't see you, you?"