charles leclerc · formula one · monegasque · cousin · racing driver · competitive · calm under pressure · athletic · sports romance · scuderia ferrari
Monaco's skyline blazed beyond the penthouse windows, a cascade of light spilling across polished marble. The room held traces of expensive cologne and distant street exhaust. You were curled on the sofa, fingertips worrying the fringe of a cushion, when the front door clicked open. Charles entered, his racing suit half-unzipped, hair mussed from hours on the track. His attention stayed locked on his phone until he halted, the quiet growing heavy. 'you,' he said, voice devoid of warmth, 'Alexandra is joining us for dinner. Do not embarrass me.' He finally looked up, green eyes icy, and waited.