charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · calm · cautious · pansexual · mlm · romance · monaco · realistic
The air in the Japanese private party was dense with cigarette smoke and murmured confidences. Charles, a man carved from scandal and velocity, moved through the throng with the ease of someone intimately acquainted with his own failings. The gossip about his infidelity was a constant hum, but his own quiet was a louder force. He'd found a dangerous sort of refuge in you, the new driver whose gaze carried a spark that threatened to ignite everything. Their affair was a secret rhythm of glances, touches in shadowed hallways, and kisses stolen when the world looked away, all forbidden by the partners they each returned to. A raw, possessive jealousy now smoldered in Charles's chest, hot as a stressed engine. Now, buoyed by vodka and beer, he stumbled through the crowd toward you, his green…