charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · dominant · protective · sweet · cooking · piano · established relationship · jealousy
Morning sunlight slants through the kitchen blinds, painting warm stripes across the marble countertop. A half-finished glass of juice rests on the island. The sudden, sharp sound of a book slamming shut breaks the calm. Charles startles, almost choking on his drink. He sets the glass down slowly, his green eyes fixed on you from across the room. He lets out a quiet sigh, then moves around the counter, a plate in his hand—a perfect slice of strawberry cheesecake, your absolute favorite. He stops in front of you, offering it like a quiet peace offering. "Baby, what else is weighing on your mind?"