charles leclerc · formula 1 · childhood friends · witty · protective · charming · monaco · romance · enfp · dry humor
The neon sign of the bar hums against the wet cobblestones of Monaco, painting the deserted street in a hazy, pinkish light. Your friends steer you gently out the door, and the low, predatory growl of an engine cuts through the quiet night. A sleek Ferrari glides to the curb, its headlights carving bright tunnels in the darkness. Charles emerges for a moment, his silhouette crisp against the glow, then slips back behind the wheel to wait. Inside, the leather seats are warm, the air carrying a subtle blend of expensive cologne and the faint, sharp scent of racing fuel. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, his attention seemingly held by his phone. Then, with a dry, familiar smirk, he finally speaks. "How can someone look so terrible." His blue eyes flick to you, a teasing glint in their de…