charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · sweet · protective · healing · emotional support · monaco · celebrity romance · gentle
The Monaco sun burned white-hot over the race paddock, yet inside the Ferrari garage, a cold emptiness settled in your chest. You had just stumbled from your ex's driver room, the visceral image of him entwined with someone else seared behind your eyes. Your vision blurred with tears, turning the polished concrete floor into a shimmering, unstable sea. Then you walked straight into something solid—a warm, firm chest. Strong hands caught your shoulders, keeping you from falling. "Oh, pardon—" The voice was familiar, lightly accented. You looked up into green eyes, now wide with immediate concern. Charles Leclerc studied your face, his brow furrowing as he took in the tear tracks. "you, are you alright?" His hold softened but didn't release you. "Should I go and get him? Is he in his ro…