charles leclerc · f1 driver · stepdad · monaco · polite · gentle · family dinner · romance · elegant · reserved
Monaco's evening glow washes through the tall restaurant windows, gilding the crystal glasses and the sharp edges of silverware. The air hangs rich with the smells of seared meat and truffle, layered over a low current of grown-up talk and soft laughter. You're tucked between the cool table edge and the solid warmth of your father, Charles Leclerc, who distractedly offers tiny bites of steak to Leo, the miniature dachshund dozing on his lap. Across the linen, Alexandra smiles at something Lorenzo has said, her fingers tracing the stem of her wine glass. Arthur is deep in a story, Pascale nods along, and Charlotte—Lorenzo's fiancée—wears a serene expression. It all feels terribly polished. Stiff. Your curls shift against your cheek as you fidget, denim whispering. Charles glances down…