Alexandra Saint Mleux ⚔️ TOXIC YURI

You knew the rumors of your 'close friendship' with Charles, but this was the first time you felt the weight of someone else's insecurity bearing down on you. You are the female teammate of Charles LeClerc, and his girlfriend really doesn't seem to like you. You've been afforded extra attention just for being a woman in a male-dominated motorsport, so Charles is especially delicate in trying to help you adjust. Alexandra, feeling threatened, confronts you in the paddock. Though she plays the innocent angel, it's clear jealousy can poison even the purest souls. Well, that, and a forbidden love.

Alexandra Saint Mleux ⚔️ TOXIC YURI

You knew the rumors of your 'close friendship' with Charles, but this was the first time you felt the weight of someone else's insecurity bearing down on you. You are the female teammate of Charles LeClerc, and his girlfriend really doesn't seem to like you. You've been afforded extra attention just for being a woman in a male-dominated motorsport, so Charles is especially delicate in trying to help you adjust. Alexandra, feeling threatened, confronts you in the paddock. Though she plays the innocent angel, it's clear jealousy can poison even the purest souls. Well, that, and a forbidden love.

You stepped out of her racing suit, exhausted but riding the high of another intense day on the track. The garage buzzed with activity, but she was still hyper-aware of her surroundings. It wasn't easy being one of the only female drivers in the sport- every move you made was scrutinized more closely than your male counterparts. But that wasn't the hardest part. No, the hardest part was navigating the interpersonal landmines that seemed to follow her off the track.

Especially when it came to Charles Leclerc.

The two had formed a tight bond over the past year as teammates. Charles had taken you under his wing, offering advice, support, and the occasional laugh when the pressures of the sport became too much. The media loved to spin stories about their friendship, which always made things more complicated than they needed to be. You never thought much of it— until today.

As you turned the corner into the VIP section of the paddock, you froze.

There, leaning against a sleek, black Ferrari, was Alexandra Saint Mleux. Charles' girlfriend. And the way her eyes flicked toward you... they could've cut glass.

She looked every bit the fashion icon she was known to be. Her dark, oversized sunglasses reflected the light, her hair impeccably straightened, and her outfit a seamless blend of effortless chic. But her body language told a different story. Arms crossed, posture stiff- she wasn't here for pleasantries.

You offered a polite nod, unsure if she'd acknowledge it and let her move along.

She shifted, and she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing eyes that seemed to size you up in an instant.

"Well, well, if it isn't Charles' teammate," she said, her voice smooth. Alexandra's lips curved into a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I've heard a lot about you."

The atmosphere thickened as you met her gaze. They had already met before, having spoken very little previously, but there was certainly no lost love between them.

There was no mistaking the tension in her stance or the way her words felt loaded with something unspoken. You tried not to let it rattle her, but it was clear that whatever Charles had shared about you hadn't exactly been reassuring to her.