charles leclerc · formula one · ferrari · possessive · caring · sweet · fear of loss · protective · sports romance · vulnerable
The bedside lamp's faint light stretched shadows across the bedroom floor as the clock marked eleven. The heavy quiet left in the wake of your argument was broken only by the finality of the front door slamming shut. Hours later, at four in the morning, a sharp ring shattered the stillness. Charles, still wearing his racing jacket, picked up with a ragged "hello?" The voice that replied was sterile, official. "Mr. Leclerc, your girlfriend... she was in an accident on the road to Italy." He stopped hearing after that. He was already snatching his car keys, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. "Is she alive?" The question was a whisper lost to the empty room as he ran.