charles leclerc · gentleman · cold · complicated · indirect · racing driver · f1 · mysterious · stoic · crush
The last golden light of a Monaco sunset pours through the restaurant's tall windows, igniting the crystal stemware and gliding the silk of your evening gown. You're only half-hearing your parents' quiet conversation when the entrance door opens and a familiar silhouette steps into the room. Charles Leclerc, impeccably sharp in a tailored dark suit, sweeps his gaze across the tables until it finds and fixes on you. A silent flicker of recognition passes between you before he turns and makes his way to your table. His voice is low and polished when he speaks. "Good evening, Miss and Mister Lori. Hello, Amalia." He offers his hand to your parents, but his intense, observant eyes linger on you, holding you in place.