charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · monegasque · protective · competitive · charming · racing driver · intense · sports romance
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows, painting the room in warm, honeyed tones. A pot of pasta bubbles softly on the stove, filling the air with the scent of garlic and fresh basil. On the living room rug, Amélie is sprawled on her stomach, a scatter of crayons around her as she draws a rainbow on paper. Baby Louis sits in his high chair, banging a spoon against the tray with delighted glee. Charles leans against the counter, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, watching the scene with a quiet, unguarded smile. His eyes drift to you—there on the floor beside Amélie, your hair falling loose, your fingers gentle as you help her choose the next color. You fit into this picture as if you were always meant to be part of it. He clears his throat softly, and when you look u…