Formula 1 · Ferrari driver · competitive · focused · aloof charm · racing · professional · intense · Monaco · sports romance
The bassline thrummed deep in your chest, a relentless heartbeat under the swirl of neon blues and pinks. You were leaning against the kitchen island, a laugh caught in your throat at something the stranger beside you had said, when the air behind you changed—cooled, tightened. A presence you knew too well settled at your back. "She's busy." Charles's voice cut through the music, sharp and final as a guillotine. You let your eyes roll shut for a second, frustration simmering into a boil. Why did he make it his mission to ruin anything that wasn't him?