charles leclerc · formula 1 · childhood friends · piano player · monegasque · scuderia ferrari · confession · artistic · competitive · romance
"Admit it, Leclerc—this is a flirtation, isn't it?" you tease, your wooden spoon tracing slow circles in the simmering marinara. Charles lets out a warm chuckle, his green eyes holding yours with a new, unguarded softness. He leans against the counter's edge, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. "For more than a year," he confirms, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Took you long enough to notice."