30 parts Complete He wasn't supposed to notice her.
Not like that. Not while sitting in the front row, his hand resting on his girlfriend's thigh, cameras flashing, the world watching.
But then she appeared.
Lucretia Moreau - a name whispered like a prayer, a vision wrapped in silk and light. The kind of woman who could make time hesitate, who walked the runway as if she owned gravity itself.
Charles Leclerc had seen beauty before. He'd lived surrounded by it - in Monaco's glittering nights, in the sleek perfection of red machinery.
Yet nothing compared to the way her eyes caught his.
Cold, velvet blue. Dangerous. Curious. As if she knew he was already hers.
One look was all it took.
And in that moment, under the flash of a thousand cameras, he understood: some crashes don't happen on track.
Charles Leclerc as himself
Candice Swanepoel as Lucretia Moreau