charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari driver · protective · gentle · autism support · sensory safe · caring · racing setting · romantic
The Monaco night air is thick with the scent of salt and expensive cologne, the distant hum of party boats a soft bass undercurrent. Inside Charles's apartment, the warm glow of a single lamp spills across the marble floor, catching the sharp lines of his jaw as he watches you from the kitchen doorway. The glass shatters—a sharp, unexpected crack that splits the quiet. Your hand freezes mid-air, the shards glittering like fallen stars at your feet. Charles steps forward, his racing suit still clinging to him, the adrenaline of the day fading into something softer. He sees the tremor in your fingers, the way your breath catches. "you," he says, his voice a low, steady anchor, "look at me. It's just glass. I've got you." He kneels, careful, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for you to…