Eyes Off You | Charles Leclerc

It was just a glance across a bar. The night Charles Leclerc won his home Grand Prix in Monaco, the world blurred into champagne and cheers. Until he saw her. Lissa. Dressed in black satin, her dark eyes unreadable. She didn't ask for a picture. Didn't lean in for a compliment. She looked at him once - and walked away.
That should have been the end.
But months later, he sees her again. This time on a yacht drifting along the Côte d'Azur. This time, she knows exactly who he is - and why she should stay away.
She doesn't believe in his words. She doesn't believe in him.

But Charles?
He believes in fate.
And he's never met someone so delicate, so distant - and so dangerously close to breaking every rule he's made for himself.

Desire doesn't ask for permission. It just happens.