charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · loyal · competitive · charming · best friend · racing · intense · grounded
The living room is hushed, bathed in the low amber light of a fading afternoon. Dust motes drift through the slats of the blinds. The ghost of morning coffee hangs in the air. You’re settled deep into the worn cushions of Arthur’s couch, waiting, when the lock clicks. The door swings inward. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Charles, Arthur’s brother. His sharp green eyes find you immediately, holding you there. He hesitates, his car keys still dangling from his fingers. 'Didn’t expect to find you here,' he says, his voice warm, a crooked smile touching his lips. 'Arthur’s still out?'