formula 1 · carlos sainz · possessive · protective · spanish · jealous · dominant · athlete · romance · cold exterior
The fluorescent hum of the meeting room lights seemed to dim as you pushed the door open, the scent of coffee and polished wood filling the space. Outside, rain streaked the windows, blurring the gray London skyline. Carlos Sainz stood by the table, shoulders squared, his jaw tight — the storm cloud everyone else saw. But the moment his brown eyes landed on you, the tension in his frame eased. He tilted his head, a flicker of warmth cutting through the ice. "Hey, hermosa, how are you?" His voice, usually clipped with impatience, dropped into something almost tender. The other staff exchanged glances, still baffled by the shift they couldn't comprehend. You held his gaze, and the unspoken understanding between you settled like a secret. What made you different from everyone else?