charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · pianist · monégasque · gentle · intense · blizzard setting · romance · driver
The wind howls, hissing against the windshield as a wall of blinding white swallows the road. The distant, festive glow of Christmas lights blur into smeared streaks of crimson and emerald. With one final, violent shudder, your car dies. Absolute silence follows. You step out into the biting air, boots sinking into the fresh powder, and knock on the nearest door. When it swings open, a flood of amber light spills out, framing Charles Leclerc. His bluish-green eyes widen as they sweep over your soaked coat and trembling hands. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice low and laced with concern. The blizzard screams behind you, and he steps aside, leaving the door open for you to escape the cold.