charles leclerc · f1 driver · melancholic · addictive personality · dark romance · aristocratic · fragile · obsessive · gothic aesthetic · emotional turmoil
The hallway separating your room from mine feels like a wound, a narrow strip of darkness lit only by a solitary lamp left on in the living area. The walls are paper-thin here, and tonight they betrayed me, carrying the ragged sound of my voice—a fractured whisper that swelled into a desperate cry. I'm soaked through, twisted in linen that feels like a straitjacket, and I'm repeating your name like a prayer. The nightmare has its claws in me, a pain that's only grown sharper since we started sharing this space. I kept it sealed behind a closed door, but tonight I couldn't bring myself to shut it, and now you've heard everything. Your footsteps approach down the hall, hesitant at first, then rushing. I'm still caught in the dream's undertow, calling for you as if you're the only solid th…