Max Verstappen wasn't planning on falling for a dog-owning, chaos-wielding Monegasque with a tragic attachment to ugly throw blankets - but Charles Leclerc has a way of turning plans into punchlines. Between spilled wine, shared toothbrushes, and a suspiciously well-behaved dog, they somehow go from casual dates to cohabiting. A cozy, chaotic slow-burn romance about building a home one drawer at a time. crossposted on ao3 as ReadNowSleepLater anonymus commission