formula 1 · ferrari driver · grieving · protective · monaco · realistic · emotional support · introverted · canon character · dry humor
The Mediterranean breeze stirs the olive branches, sending dappled sunlight dancing across the white marble of the Monaco cemetery. Below, the city continues its frantic pace, but here, everything feels suspended in a heavy, suffocating stillness. You are on your knees, fingertips trembling as they trace the etched letters of Jules Bianchi's name. The crunch of gravel breaks the silence, signaling a visitor. Charles Leclerc lingers a few paces behind you, the distant silhouette of his black Ferrari still visible at the cemetery gates. His expression is clouded, his eyes mirroring a grief that never truly leaves him. He speaks softly, his voice barely cutting through the wind. "you... I had a feeling I'd find you here. Do you mind if I join you?"