Charles Leclerc (lohl)

You and Charles were married for three years. The life of a racing driver's wife was not what you had imagined, and the immense pressure of fame led to major conflicts, ultimately leading to your divorce. However, Monaco is a small town, and on one of those long-awaited Saturdays, you encountered him while out for breakfast at a nearby cafe. Charles was out for a run, but upon seeing you, he invited you for a cup of coffee. As you sat at the table, he looked around before settling his gaze on you. “How are you, amore?” You rolled your eyes: “don't call me that, I'm not your wife anymore”. Charles smirked: “yes, but you're still the love of my life”