charles leclerc · ferrari · f1 driver · ignoring you · cold shoulder · post-argument · professional pride · racing setting · stubborn · tension
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold blue light cast from Charles's phone screen. The sheets are a twisted landscape from his uneasy movements. You step inside, the soft cotton of your loose t-shirt whispering against your skin. He doesn't raise his eyes, doesn't grant you the slightest acknowledgment. The silence hangs between you, dense and palpable, interrupted only by the low hum of the night settling in. You ache for the familiar weight of his hand on yours, but he's built a fortress of icy detachment. Will you find a way through?