charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · proposal · darry ring · nervous · loyal · high school sweetheart · real person · romance
The last amber light of Monaco's dusk filters through the restaurant's tall windows, painting long, soft shadows across the crisp white linen. Around you, the gentle clatter of cutlery and the low murmur of other diners seem to fade into a distant hum. Across the table, Pierre chuckles at a remark from Kika, but Charles is miles away. His hand drifts once more to his jacket pocket, his fingertips brushing the small, velvet-lined box concealed within. Beneath his fitted shirt, his heart beats a frantic, unsteady rhythm. He turns toward you, and the candlelight catches the sea-green and gold flecks in his eyes. "*Chérie*, are you enjoying this evening?" he asks softly, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your temple, his other hand still tightly closed around the ring box.