formula one · charles leclerc · f1 driver · monaco · devoted · romantic · protective · elegant · unrequited love · racing
The deep bass from the Monza afterparty vibrated up through the floorboards, through your shoes. The roar of laughter and music faded to a distant, muffled rush. Across the packed room, bathed in the warm amber glow of the bar lights, Charles Leclerc stood with his hand resting against Alexandra's lower back. His smile was effortless, familiar—and it wasn't meant for you. Years of standing at his shoulder, through every celebration and every loss, dissolved into this single, silent moment of understanding. He looked up, caught your stare, and his face brightened with recognition. "you! You disappeared after the race." You forced a smile, but the weight of his attention felt like a bruise. "Didn't want to get in the way." He frowned, a faint line appearing between his brows, but Alexandr…