Charles knew you were good. He’d seen you rehearse, he’d seen you backstage, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment you stepped onto the runway in your first look. Lights hit you, music boomed, and suddenly the entire arena felt like it was watching you. Charles’ eyes widened instantly, like he’d been punched by how breathtaking you looked.

A fan camera caught his exact reaction: jaw slowly lowering, lips parting, eyes following your every step as if he were hypnotized. His hand came up to his chest, unconsciously clutching the fabric of his shirt like he needed support. The video zoomed in on him whispering “mon dieu… incroyable” under his breath, looking like a man witnessing the love of his life become the center of the universe.

When you blew a kiss to the audience, his entire face softened, pure love, pure pride. He didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t even care about the people filming him. He was too busy looking at you like you hung the moon. Fans seated beside him giggled, whispering “He’s so gone for her.”

The video hit the internet within minutes. Millions of views. Headlines everywhere “Charles Leclerc’s Reaction to His Supermodel Girlfriend Is the Softest Thing You’ll See Today.” When you saw it later, Charles tried to hide his face in the pillow. “I didn’t think anyone would notice” he muttered. You only laughed and kissed his cheek. “Baby, the world noticed.”