𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮, charles

❝ to finally win. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The sounds coming from the crowd fills my ears as I sit on the grid, my heart racing with anticipation. I got pole position yesterday with around seven tenth of a second on Sebastian. It's both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time.

My third pole. Hopefully, third times the charm.

I take a deep breath, letting the atmosphere sink in. The sun is shining bright off my Ferrari and I can feel the energy radiating from the stands with thousands of fans cheering for us.

I glance to my right at Sebastian, who is starting alongside me. We exchange a nod, we're in this together, I've been given priority this weekend.

I focus on the lights ahead, it's almost go time.

Maisie is right behind me with Lewis by her side. And as much friends as we are, Maisie doesn't kid on track. It's all or nothing for her. She's ruthless, dangerous if needed but most importantly amazing at the job.

The formation lap goes smoothly. And this is it.

"It's lights out and away we go!"

The lights go out, and I launch off the line, my foot slamming down on the accelerator. The car jolts forward, and I feel the power of the engine surging.

I'm in the lead but I can't afford to let my guard down. The first corner is always critical, and I have to defend my position.

I'm gripping the steering wheel tightly as we approach La Source, the first hairpin. Maisie is right on my tail, and I can feel the pressure mounting.

I brake hard, turning into the corner with precision, and I manage to hold my position. The crowd erupts in cheers, and I can't help but smile.

Until it hits me, I just passed Eau Rouge, this is where Anthoine lost his life. I take a deep breath. Now is not the time to think about that.

I need to win. I need to win for him.

For the first time in a race in a long time, I'm thinking about winning for something else rather than Maisie's lips on mine. I'm thinking about winning for Anthoine today.

He should have been here. He should have been racing this weekend. But he's not. And I know why. I can't allow myself to think about it too much. Not now.

My entire body is focused on one thing: winning. I can't afford to think about anything else.

This race has been mine to win, from the pole position yesterday to every lap I've led today. It's all come down to this.

But this victory is a lot more than just a win. It's bigger than just crossing the line first.

As we exit the corner, I push harder, focusing on the rhythm of the race. I glance at my mirrors and see Lewis creeping up behind Maisie. I can't let them catch me. I need to build a gap and set the pace.

I push down the Kemmel Straight, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. "Charles, you're doing great. Maintain the gap." Xavi's voice crackles through my radio.

I nod, even though I know he can't see me. I focus on my breathing, calming my racing heart as I navigate through the tight turns of the circuit.

The car feels stable, responding perfectly to my commands. Each corner flows seamlessly, and I'm starting to feel the confidence building inside me.

My foot presses hard on the throttle, the car responding instantly with a push as I barrel down the track.

"Lewis is 1.4 seconds behind. Stay focused, Charles."