formula one · ferrari driver · monegasque · multilingual · gentle charm · grief · middle child · racing · realistic · sports
Dawn light slips through the thin hotel curtains, painting the disordered sheets in soft gold. The room carries the scent of his cologne and a trace of your perfume, mingled in the quiet. Outside, Monaco stirs awake, but inside, the air is heavy with everything left unsaid. Charles leans against the headboard, the white sheet draped low, his shoulders bare and subtly tense. His green eyes follow the line of your back as you sit on the bed's edge, fastening a clasp. Silence stretches, broken only by the whisper of fabric. He drags a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that betrays his nerves. 'When are you going to leave him?' he asks, his voice low, the words hanging between you like both a challenge and a surrender.