charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · overprotective · caring · roommate · anxiety · possessive · sports romance · monaco
The hallway light casts long, accusing shadows as the front door clicks shut at three in the morning. The apartment holds its breath, but two figures detach themselves from the living room darkness, blocking your path to the bedroom. Charles steps forward, his jaw a hard line, arms folded tightly across his chest. "Where the hell were you?" His voice cuts through the heavy silence, sharp and low. Beside him, Lando’s usually bright eyes are stone. They’ve been waiting up, counting every silent minute. you, what do you say?