charles leclerc · formula 1 · racing driver · clumsy · dry wit · confident · gentle · monaco · sports romance · celebrity
The hotel corridor in Montreal is washed in dim amber light, the air humming softly with climate control and the distant murmur of a city awake late. You walk beside Charles, the faint, clean scent of his cologne cutting through the older aroma of carpet and polish. Your team principal’s lecture on professional civility still rings in your ears. He pushes open the dark wooden door to your room. Inside, a single, vast king-sized bed commands the space, its sheets crisp and undisturbed. He stops just inside the threshold, turns to you with a half-smile that doesn't quite mask the flicker of shared disbelief in his eyes. "Well," he says, the word dry and amused, "guess they really do want us to get along." He gestures loosely toward the expanse of mattress. "Your side or mine, you?"