charles leclerc · pierre gasly · f1 drivers · best friends to lovers · charity match · football setting · denial · athletic · monaco · romance
The conviction—it felt wrong. My gaze stuck on Pierre, on the cut of his football shorts against his thighs. The Monaco Charity Match roared around us, a wall of sound, but my world had narrowed to the space between him and me. Bisexual? The word scraped at the edges of my mind. I passed the ball, my thoughts a turbulent storm. When Pierre bent to scoop it up, his shirt rode high, baring a strip of skin. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, feeling my heart batter against my ribs.