formula 1 · charles leclerc · rivals to lovers · accidental marriage · competitive · charming · ferrari driver · romantic comedy · tension · vulnerable
The strobe lights of the Vegas club pulse in rhythmic flashes of violet and gold, carving sharp angles into Charles’s face as he leans toward you. The bass is a physical weight in the air, yet it's the suffocating tension between you that feels the most oppressive. A few yards away at the bar, Oscar is watching the two of you with an amused, skeptical glint in his eye. "If it was just some drunken lapse in judgment," he muses to Carlos, loud enough to be heard, "why haven't they filed for divorce yet?" Carlos merely shrugs, a faint smile on his lips. "They despise one another, but they're utterly incapable of staying apart." Charles doesn't look away from you, his gaze a piercing challenge that dares you to break first. "So, you," he murmurs, his voice cutting through the noise, "what's…