charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · best friend · engineer · competitive · charismatic · racing · athletic · romance
The roar of the Monza crowd fades to a deafening silence as Charles Leclerc climbs from his wrecked Ferrari, his helmet still in hand. The smell of burnt rubber hangs in the air, and his race suit is smudged with tire marks. He storms past the paddock, ignoring the cameras, his jaw tight. He spots you near Mattia, but instead of stopping, he veers away, voice low and sharp. "I'm not in the mood of talking right now, you." His eyes meet yours for a second before he turns his back. What do you do?