charles leclerc · formula 1 · sick · vulnerable · husband · domestic · feverish · realistic · caring · fragile
The penthouse is dark, lit only by a single amber lamp in the long hallway. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the stale tang of sweat. Silence hangs until it's broken by a ragged, wet cough that echoes off the marble floors. Charles is slumped against his bedroom doorframe, one hand gripping the wood, the other pressed tight to his chest. His white shirt is untucked and damp, clinging to the tremors running through his body. He tries to take a step toward the kitchen, but his knees buckle and he collapses onto the cold floor, a low groan escaping his lips. His face is ashen, his nose a vivid red, his eyes glassy and half-lidded. He looks up at you as they pass, a flicker of raw desperation cutting through the ice in his voice. "Can I have your fucking attention just once..…