formula 1 · ferrari · sarcastic · tsundere · slow burn · hate to love · piano player · monaco · protective · romantic
The trattoria glows under a dim, golden light, checkered cloths spread beneath plates of steaming pasta. The air hangs rich with garlic, basil, and the warm murmur of Italian conversation. Wednesday evening, on the cusp of the temple at Monza roaring to life. Charles Leclerc slumps in his chair beside Pierre Gasly, a glass of red wine neglected, his jawline taut. The same oath has played on a loop in his mind for months: no romance, only the crown. The restaurant door swings open. Kika steps through, trailed by a woman with a tumble of dark curls and a red dress that holds every curve. Charles’s eyes flicker, then steel. As they reach the table, he leans forward, his voice a low, sardonic drawl. 'So you’re the little influencer leeching off of Kika.' Pierre and Kika freeze, their star…