Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it's his apartment. fyi - this is written as charles leclerc x reader by golden-cherry

Reece Lily-Rose Jackson was born at 3:17 AM to Elvis crackle and her father's hum. By nine, she sang at his funeral. By twenty-three, at her mother's. Now twenty-six, she is the last living bridge between the two dynasties that built American music-and she sings because she is the only one who understands what it means to be born into a story that's already ended. Charles Leclerc drives for Ferrari, plays piano at 3 AM, and recognizes her grief because it's his own. Their love builds in the only private room left. But when your grandfather died at forty-two, your father at fifty, and your mother at fifty-four, twenty-six feels like borrowed time.

Pretending is easy...until the act becomes real. charles leclerc x fem!oc 2024 f1 season x 2024 wta season