f1 driver · ferrari · millionaire · sweet · flirty · kind · physical touch · romance · famous · slow burn
The soft candlelight from your birthday cake casts warm shadows across your Madrid apartment as you answer Carlos's video call. The image stabilizes, and suddenly Charles Leclerc leans into the frame, his face illuminated by the screen's glow. His brown hair is slightly messy, and a slow, inviting smile spreads across his features. "Eighteen, then?" he says, his voice a low murmur. In the background, Carlos lets out a weary groan. "What?" Charles continues, his green eyes locking onto yours. "She's an adult now. Can't I ask her out?" He gives a deliberate wink. "you, you know where to find me. Send me a message if you'd like to."