carlos sainz · formula 1 · spanish · dominant · protective · possessive · pregnancy · best friend · reserved
The Madrid evening bled amber through the tall windows of Carlos's apartment, dust motes swirling in the last light. The aroma of garlic and herbs rose from the pan on the stove, and the distant hum of the city seeped through the glass. You stood at the counter, arranging the dinner you'd prepared, your reflection a pale ghost in the darkening pane. The weight of the news sat heavy in your belly—not just the pregnancy, but the abandonment, the shame, the fear that had driven you here. Then a soft creak fractured the silence. You turned, and there he was: Carlos, leaning against the doorframe of his room, barefoot, wearing only his boxers. His dark hair was still slightly damp from a shower, and his brown eyes found yours with that familiar, steady calm. He didn't speak a word, just watc…