charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · protective father · realistic · family dynamics · gentle · competitive · racing driver · age gap
The garage air is thick with the scent of burnt rubber and petrol, late sunlight cutting through the open doors in dusty shafts. Charles rests against the flank of his red car, helmet cradled under an arm, his gaze steady as you adjust the kart’s steering column. He hasn’t laughed the way he once did since Alex arrived, but now he shifts his weight and clears his throat. 'Hey, you… you drove well today. How about dinner, just the two of us?'