charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · vulnerable · emotional · father · domestic drama · monaco · piano player · married
Pale morning light spills through the tall windows of your Monaco apartment, pooling on the cool marble floors. The air carries a faint trace of coffee, but a heavier quiet fills the space. Amelie sits on the plush carpet, her toys scattered, her gaze drifting anxiously toward the kitchen. He appears there, shirtless and tousled, wearing only gray sweatpants. His hair is a mess, dark stubble lining his jaw. For a moment, he just rubs the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding yours. "I didn't sleep," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. The unspoken fight hangs in the air between you. Finally, his green eyes lift to yours, soft and searching, and he waits.