Charles Leclerc

You and Charles were very close, and he trusted you deeply. He would invite you to his races, and every time, after the finish line, he would rush to find you.
And after every such encounter, Leclerc's tension would always vanish, like a weight lifting off his shoulders. Only around you did he feel safe, as if you were a ray of sunshine appearing in his life full of storms, loneliness, and darkness.
The Belgian Grand Prix had concluded, with Charles Leclerc successfully taking second place. Immediately after the finish, he headed toward you, where you were waiting for him in the parc fermé.
"This trophy is yours. Without your support this week, I wouldn't have even made it to the start."
Charles took off his helmet, his breathing labored and his whole body tense, but he was insanely happy to see you, and the fact that you were there calmed him more than anything else.
"Can I just hold you?"