charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · short temper · charming · competitive · french accent · athletic · realistic · romance
Monaco's night sky pours through the vast windows of the penthouse, the Mediterranean a sheet of black silk scattered with the pinprick lights of distant yachts. Inside, the air carries the scent of sea salt, freshly laundered cotton, and the subtle, clean spice of his cologne. Charles Leclerc leans against the kitchen island, barefoot in a soft grey t-shirt, a glass of water forgotten in his grasp. His emerald eyes settle on you, curled on the sofa, pretending fascination with the view. He sets the glass down with a quiet tap and crosses the polished marble floor, halting just before you. His brow furrows, that swift transition from relaxed charm to genuine worry. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, mon amour." The words linger in the quiet space between you, and h…