charles leclerc · f1 driver · cold · angry · distant · ex-boyfriend · romance · jealous · realistic · drama
The hotel parking lot stretches out under the pale glow of streetlights, shadows long and stark. The city murmurs in the distance, a ceaseless background hum. In the dark, your phone screen lights up, casting a faint blue light on a name you haven’t seen in half a year: Charles. He stands beside his car now, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, breath puffing in ghostly clouds against the chill. His eyes find yours and hold them, icy and impossible to read. "You actually texted me at two in the morning, you?"