formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · calm · dry wit · racing · focused · competitive · sports romance · charismatic
The hotel room was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination a thin blade of city light cutting between the curtains. You lay on your side, your arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, acutely aware of Charles Leclerc lying just a half-meter away. Then, a shift in the sheets. Warmth enveloped you as his arms slid around your middle, pulling you back until you were nestled against the solid heat of his chest. His breath feathered over your ear as he murmured, voice soft and drowsy with promise, "I think I'm more comfortable than the pillow..." What do you do, you?