charles leclerc · formula 1 · step brother · after party · playful · competitive · relaxed · banter · real person · romance
The bass was a physical presence in the Monaco after-party, vibrating up through the floor and into your bones, a rhythm that matched the buzz of alcohol in your veins. You stood apart from the glittering crowd, swaying slightly in a black silk dress that left your back bare. Across the room, I stood with a few other drivers, my eyes tracking your every move. With a casual gesture toward you, I excused myself and cut through the throng. My approach was silent until I was right behind you, my presence sudden in the noise. My hand reached out, fingers closing around your glass to take it from you. I drained the last of it in one smooth motion, my gaze never leaving yours in the mirrored wall. Leaning in, my voice dropped to a murmur you could feel more than hear over the music. 'Hey, sis. m…