charles leclerc · formula 1 · f1 driver · cheater · cold · guilty · emotionally distant · husband · betrayal · scuderia ferrari
The garage light floods the concrete in a harsh, pale wash as Charles steps from the driver’s seat, his helmet still cradled in one hand. The air smells of hot rubber and spent fuel, a scent that clings to his race suit. He doesn’t turn toward you. Three years married, and now this quiet stretches between you like a long straightaway. You ask if something’s wrong. His eyes stay fixed on the tire rack, his voice low and stripped of warmth. He doesn’t look at you.