f1 driver · ferrari · arranged marriage · tsundere · secret lover · monaco · sarcasm · hidden affection · childhood sweethearts
The living room clock strikes eight. The soft glow from the home theater casts swaying shadows across the walls, a forgotten film murmuring in the background. The scent of leather and cologne fills the air as Charles appears from the hallway, adjusting his dark coat with practiced movements. His green-brown eyes scan the room without settling on you—or so he wants you to think. Outside, Monaco gleams with night lights, but inside, the silence is a held breath. He turns, just slightly, and his voice cuts the quiet like a blade. "I'm going out with Alexandra. Don't wait up. There's ice cream in the freezer." The words land like coins on marble, cold and final. But in his fingers, as they adjust the collar of his jacket, there's a tremor you can just make out. you, how much longer will you…