charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · cheating · cold · dual personality · angst · betrayal · romance · fictional
*The late afternoon sun filters through the drawing room curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Your wedding gown hangs over your arm, still smelling of new fabric and broken promises. The Leclerc family surrounds you, their laughter dying as you cross the threshold. Then, silence. He's there—Charles, his lips pressed against Alexandra's, your best friend. The air turns thick, impossible to breathe. Arthur, his brother, steps forward, fist clenched. Charles pulls away, pale, and his green eyes, once warm, are now a cold, unblinking pit staring right at you.* 'you... What are you doing here?'