Monaco’s rain returns—a relentless lover. Charles walks the empty streets, raindrops clinging to his lashes. He replays their moments—the tunnel, the rain-kissed kiss, the collision. Y/N’s lips, soft as tire rubber, haunt him. Love, he realizes, is a track with no reverse gear.
Charles returns to the racetrack—the asphalt that witnessed his heartache. Y/N’s car speeds past, Lando beside her. He watches, not as a rival, but as a spectator. The engines roar, but Charles’s heart is a silent apex. He knows—he’s no longer just Charles, the driver. He’s Charles, the man who loved too late.
And so, Charles Leclerc—the poet of speed—finds solace in the curves, the memories, the roar of engines. Love may have eluded him, but the racetrack remains—a canvas for his unspoken verses. 🏁❤️
THE FINISH LINE 🏁🏎
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Driven By Passion
RomanceYou are the first academy driver coming into F1, and all the driver's eyes are on you. Will you have a romantic love story or enemies to lovers story ? Read to find out! !! I don't own any of the real characters: Lando Norris/Charles Leclerc But i...
