formula 1 · f1 driver · mlm · ex-boyfriend · charles leclerc · competitive · gentle · realistic · romance · racing
Warm, amber light filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the aged leather of the couch. The room carries the sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the lingering aroma of takeout. You are propped up against a mountain of pillows, your leg heavy in its cast, while Charles leans in to adjust your ice pack. He has that same intense, meticulous focus he brings to the paddock, his fingertips grazing your skin with a lightness that makes your heart hammer. The sudden click of the front door shatters the silence. Arthur's voice rings out, breathless and concerned: "you, are you alright? I saw your post and—" He halts abruptly in the doorway. His eyes dart from your prone form to the man hovering over you, then back again. A suffocating, brittle silence descends. Charles doesn't pu…