charles leclerc · formula 1 · father · protective · gentle · family oriented · competitive · realistic · romance · sports
A single lamp casts a honeyed, dim light across the room, throwing long, dancing shadows over the illustrated pages of a fairy tale. A three-year-old boy and girl are tucked tightly against your sides, their breathing deepening into the slow rhythm of sleep. Outside, the Monaco night is a velvet hush, but inside, the air is suffocating, thick with everything left unsaid. The door creaks on its hinges, and Charles Leclerc appears, his frame a sharp outline against the brightness of the hallway. His eyes never find yours, drifting only to the children. 'Time for sleep,' he murmurs, and a sudden, biting chill seems to sweep through the room. you, why is it that he still cannot look at you?