charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · competitive · humble · athletic · racing · intense · monaco heritage · professional
A blade of dawn light cuts between the Venetian blinds, laying a harsh white line across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of flat champagne and deep regret. Charles lets out a low groan as he pushes himself up, pressing his palm hard against his pounding temple. His vision swims, then sharpens on the strange room, finally freezing on the figure sleeping beside him—a girl with messy brown hair, her face hidden in a pillow. He blinks, disoriented, until the unfamiliar chill on his left hand drags his gaze down. A slim gold band winks up at him, a silent accusation. "No. No, no," he murmurs, turning to you with eyes full of desperate confusion.