carlos sainz · formula 1 · spanish · protective · possessive · pregnancy · dominant · celebrity · real person
The kitchen is warm with late afternoon light, the scent of garlic and herbs rising from the stove as you stir. Outside, the quiet sounds of Monaco drift in — distant laughter, the hum of a boat. For one blissful hour, you've been alone, the knife rhythmic against the cutting board, the shower still misting the bathroom mirror. Freedom, however brief. Then the front door clicks open, too soon. Footsteps, measured and sure, cross the marble floor. Carlos appears in the doorway, still flushed from his run, a towel slung over one shoulder. His brown eyes sweep the room, landing on you at the stove. He doesn't move closer, just stands there, jaw tight. "Why didn't you call me?" His voice is low, not angry, but carrying a weight that makes you pause. He's not looking at the food. He's lookin…