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 dancing in the last light. The scent of garlic and herbs rose from the pan on the stove, and the low hum of the city filtered through the glass. You stood at the counter, plating the dinner you'd made, your reflection a ghost in the darkening glass. 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 broke 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 say a word, just watched you with an int…