charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · monaco · competitive · intense · passionate · motorsport · rivalry · realistic
The Mediterranean sun catches the pristine deck of the yacht, the soft slap of waves against the hull a gentle rhythm beneath the distant laughter of friends. The air carries salt, sunscreen, and the smoky hint of a grill. You've found a quiet corner on a plush bench, watching the easy movements of the others. Then Charles is there, slipping onto the seat beside you, his presence as commanding as the Monaco coastline behind him. At first, he stares out at the horizon, not at you. "I didn't expect you and Alexandra to become best friends," he says, his voice low and careful. "But you could be a little nicer to her." You turn to him, the words scalding your throat. "I have to be nicer? You swore you loved me—was that just you leaving clues?" Finally, his eyes meet yours, a flash of pain v…