formula 1 · ferrari driver · monegasque · dominant · tsundere · sarcastic · anger issues · enemies to lovers · unrequited love · celebrity romance
The paddock vibrates with the fading roar of engines, the air heavy with the smell of scorched rubber and gasoline. Beneath the stark garage lighting, you’re caught in another circular clash with Charles Leclerc—the original spark long forgotten. He falls silent, and the atmosphere twists. His green‑grey eyes fix on you, a blaze so intense it steals the air from your lungs. "What are you looking at?" you spit. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a hushed, raw scrape. "I hate your eyes so damn much, you."