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You learned how to breathe like 1–2 weeks ago or something. Don't act like you’re an expert.
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Signature of the Sun
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | Fluff/smut | Light Angst | Race Injury | Charles needs a hug | Non-driver Max | WIP | 9/9 Chapters posted
After the accident, Charles only has one goal: get back in the car and restore Ferrari’s glory. Everything else—feelings, people, and especially vacations—is just a distraction. So when Fred ships him off to a remote island for some “mandatory relaxation time,” Charles is ready to hate every second of it.
Especially when he meets him.
With ocean-blue eyes, a laugh that lingers, and a smirk that gets on every last one of his nerves, Charles’ local guide is a walking complication. He’s sunshine, infuriatingly persistent, and far too easy on the eyes.
Charles came to the island to heal his body—not lose focus. But sometimes, the road to recovery leads you somewhere you don't expect.
Read on ao3
Happy MerMay Laywright nation!
throw the snave out of the window
